in the shower
after leaving you
part of you washes away
I lose that part of you

I snap on that bullet proof mask
the mask I show the rest of the world
the one that I take off
when I’m with you

there are things that won’t wash away
the memory of your touch
your husky voice electrified with passion
the look in your rainy eyes
the taste of your warm wet mouth

I won’t say anything
I will swallow a brick and block my voice
I would rather touch
I would rather smell
I would rather taste you

who you are will never wash away
the way my heart trembles
the way your naked body feels next to mine
the way we connect
in fevered electric passion


Wash Away (a poem)
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