rain never tasted so sweet
white
clouds
and the suds
with a
hand in my hair
and giggles that fall up
like
rainbows
in the
shower with you
where up has come down
and my breast on your
stomach
your lips at my lips
and the whole thing
growing
wetter
in the shower with you
jasmine scents
going down
and the
sponge on my back
your hand at my
hip
and our feet going forward
to mark out the
pattern
of rain falling up
and me going down
that
shampoo drip sound
suds clouding my ear
in the
shower with you
and loud drops in my eyes
with a
laugh
as i reach
one more
inch
for you drenched
in a smile now in
rain
that could never quite
taste
quite like you