Poet’s Corner: In the Shower
This is
getting to be quite a problem, I should,
call for help or
try to move but
I can’t. So I am
just sitting
in the shower
and at least
it is still warm.
Do not think
this was sudden illness (cardiac or otherwise),
I was just
taken by surprise
by a hand pressing in
on the shower curtain
from the outside
which I matched— a flawless match—
with mine. It was
you, though
I couldn’t quite
make-out your face—
But when I went
to whip back the curtain
to greet you with this
naked, wet-armed embrace— you—
were not there.
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