Saturday, March 28, 2020

(in the darkness)

Mature Content

flesh brushes mine.

a sigh, soft fingertips,
palm on my chest,
step sideways
out of the water.

apply shampoo to my hair,
comb it through,
let it soak.

sponge bounces off belly,
lands on my foot.
bend carefully,
hand on wall,
head leans forward,
brushes flesh not mine,
grasp the sponge,
pick it up,
soap myself down.

a hand, again,
turn, pass it back,
back is washed.

a sigh.
soft fingertips,
step sideways
under the water.

pass a bottle,
pass a sponge,
wash the back,
trade again.

fingertips wander,
catch flesh belonging
to another,

showering in a pitch black room with someone else, sharing the water

Thursday, March 5, 2020

Untitled (5 March 2020)

"Wait, stop! You can't go in there!"

"Oh. Sorry."

"Umm, where are you going?"

"Somewhere else."

"You're not going to try to go in there anyway?"


"Oh. ...What if I say it's okay?"

"No thanks."

"Then what was the point?"

"I guess there wasn't one."