Lolling in the bath, I remember
your arms around me,
palms atop my thighs,
your body pressing my back,
seeking softness awaiting you.
Lifting me backwards
you drape me onto your floating body,
your hands covering my breasts.
My feet dangle
in chlorine-scented waters.
We’re sandwiched together until
gently broadsided---a wayward raft---
I soar through aquamarine light,
gaze at your face half surprised,
half amused, thoroughly distracted:
Floatus interruptus.
Year:
2010
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