draw a bath.with crayons?how does one color water?clear does not do justice,the glisten of droplets on skin.I’ll draw us a bath, you said,and I sawan illustration.two shadowsplunging toes, then legsthen torsos;limbs intertwined andmelting slowly to just abovethe chins.you whispered somethinginto my mouth that I’ve forgotten –it tasted like rain, though.my eyes skimmed past ripplesmade by movement,to watchyour steady fingerscaress my calves.a silver ring, promise toanother, fluid like liquidwas cold on my cheek.I shouldwrite Crayola, proposeSkin Under Water.
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