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
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
that could never quite taste
quite like you