The Shower

It’s on

Both hands against the wall of the secluded stall

In slow motion the drops merge into cords

They dive and lay on my bare skin

A sleek and living satin sheet

There is music in the water

A rhythm of furtive stares

The soap smells of freedom

Lather's a scent of lust

Wash away sweat and fatigue

Rinse out these silly tears

Remember the taste of them lips

A tiny, wondrous, powerful kiss

Night and Day

The warmth of the sun lingers on my face,

Though the sunset’s reds have turned lilac and grey

Our wind wanes to breeze and a whisper

The damp cloak of night around my shoulders

I dig my feet in the Hellenic sand,

Stripped down to my beating heart

Lips parched I face west and wait

In the deepening silence I wait

For the sun to rise in the east

For the light to touch my calves

For its rays to run the length of my back

For your shadow to appear next to mine