sometimes i sit on
the floor of my shower and
let the water run all over my body and
think about what it would feel like to have
your hands run all over my body
for more than just one night
and think about how it would feel if
even one of the things you said to me was true.
on that blurry night, in the soft darkness,  
when the only think that was in focus was
the feeling
of your fingertips on my skin.