An Assortment Of Words

Hydro-therapy

We talk in downstairs bathrooms,  

Where you project your vulnerability like a voice,

An octave below downcast eyes.

Wider than curious, fanning lashes wet with resemblance,

We turn on the waterworks, 

Smothering the ebb of concern beyond the chrome lock.

Invisible infinity traced on your knee,

Buffered syllables that close my throat to silence,

Fixated on quivering lips, full with restraint.

The thunder rolls over in sleep,

Droplets like bubble wrap rapping my windowpanes,

And mascara stains on my shoulder where you boarded. 

The cinematic redemption of my depart like a scar.

The unmistakeable pressure of your lips on my neck,

That I question until morning.