Our soaps have been mixing in the shower.
Mine smells a whole lot like me
But it also smells a little bit like you.

Like the way that I am entirely my own
But I’ll share myself with you
On a good day
Or a bad
Because you’re the most fun I’ve ever had
And you’re the most comfort I’ve ever felt
I am at home within the house of your arms
Under the roof of your chin,
Against the wall of your chest,
And curled up in the blanket of your skin.

I’m most at home within myself
But you’re my weekend get away at some fancy last resort
When I can’t find comfort in my own temple.

Our thoughts have been mixing in the shower
And my thoughts are still my own
But they often gravitate toward you.

Like noticing the way water drips off your angles
Makes me think of being tangled
In your love songs that drip out of your heart and into mine
And the way soap bubbles roll down your spine
Reminds me of afternoons spent rolling under your sheets.
And watching you wash your golden hair
Brings me back to our golden summer in the fresh forest air.
I think of you when I’m cold
And you are my hot shower to soothe me.

My thoughts are still all my own
But you’re my musical, love-making, forest day dream
When I just can’t be alone.

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