shower

My skin's stiff with a/c dried sweat
from that walk around the block
that was meant to clear
my head.

Now all I want to do
is climb into
a dim-lit, hot shower
with you.

Think about your skin
sliding across mine
friction gone
from the soap and water
hickeys growing
that much darker
from the heat.

Unfortunately;
this is just me
imagining.
You're not here
and I'm not there.
I'm destined
for a lonely shower:
curtains left wide open
for luck.