The air is thick of steam. He always forgets to turn on that fan. The one that helps remove all the moisture in the air. He never flips it. He’s not thinking about that. He’s thinking of scrubbin’ clean after a long day. A new song on apple music he can brag that he put me onto.  And his most important, what’s for dinner? Saint louis wing company, garlic parmesan. He’s crazy right?  Traditional hot is the best. The most attractive thing about his mind? He’s happy. He’s at peace. He’s not caught up on life’s details, but about the big picture. Straight to the point, no detours.  The way his mind works, I envy that process. But me… I’m anxious. And i examine. So as he exits the shower, with his single white beard hair he refuses to pluck, I smile. His energy transfers into my soul. And he lays on top of me, and whispers that he’s been thinking about me that whole shower.