Her voice would cleanse me, but Her voice-mail popped every last Bubble in the bath water. Her phone rang and rang. Wringing me out. Leaving each ring In the bathtub. - I thought you were still in the shower but I found you in the sunlight that the patio keeps. I missed the tightening of your skin as it dried. Then it loosened you in its warmth just to Show me the sweat beading. Growing wherever Like seeds let go from the wind; held no longer Than they should have been. - It was a careless orchard. Rowed haphazardly. The organics of now Fruitful and ripe But only for that moment.