Gripping shower stall top
water slaps my face
eyes closed, I see you -
a moment of grace.
The water tracks
blurred lines, our future
our history, a mystery
It paints me opaque.
My contours blur
in a waterfall cascade
watery paths run
urgent to the sea.
My tide washes out -
there is a sea inside.
© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)
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