Our words are synchronizing up.
The shower is just the right temperature.
We are so close to simultaneous release.
Mornings are warmer.

Freezing legs.
Warming up your thighs.
My fingers are a hot bath.

Steam from the curtains
Dripping down the wall;
Wells.

The drain clogs from all the
Fear falling off us
From all the
Tears falling off; (Lust).

No more separation.
Resistance isn't.
Downward...

When I look in the mirror
Your hands are still on my chest
Your head on my shoulder.

These days, I feel older...
But like I have lived valiantly.

Like eyes don't just feel.
Like eyes don't love hands.
I laugh.