Shower

…Ooo I can’t wait to get next to you…
The world’s spinning
Comets colliding
The axes tilt
The moon goes black

…Only you can make me feel…
My eyes closed
Buckets,
Gallons
Pour down on me
Desperate,
Searching.

…Oh, you…
I grasp cold, hard ceramic
Gasping for breath
Beneath this flood
I feel another comet collide,
The extraterrestrial shock waves
Flow over me
And I claw for –
At –
Cold hard reason,
For my cold tiles,
…Only you can take me there…

March 6, 2005