2007-01-16
is this the face that launched
my temple feels cool while resting on the tile.
the water keeps running down my back
each drop racing to cascade my length
sprinting then slipping off my skin
and down the drain.
there is the monotonous rhythm
beating on the floor, falling. the myriad of drops
all had made their contact
but wouldn't hold to the shell of me.
the stolid pulsation is somehow stirring
and i'm about to twist the knob the other way entirely
but first i lightly murmur along
to this, the sound of thousands of boring escapes.
leesah-likes at 12:23 a.m.