I was taking a shower, 4:30 in the afternoon,
wondering when she would call.
It's been weeks since we talked
and I don't like to go that long.
Minutes after I'm out, hair still damp,
ring ring, guess who.

She too had just taken a shower,
in another state, a new man's bathroom.

Wishes are borne by water.
Desire drips from our skin,
whispers through the drain.
Teardrops carry thoughts far,
I think of her when it rains.

libby | tampa | nov 1996

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