no. 130
in the shower
but i do not wish to wash
any. single. part. of. you off me ever
ankles, calves, below the lips, in-between
and i close my eyes trembling
re-feeling your fingers there
and continue
starting, practically, and having to stop
with desire
with remembering
with re-stepping
and loofa on my back
back back and forth
and i feel
something
sticky
with crisp edges
and curiosity all
no fright, i reach for it
and pull
blue tape
from my back.
and it is glory. and it is beautiful. and it is proof.
that my dream was not a fantasy.
or better yet
was a fantasy AND reality.
