you look beautiful with your hair
sticking to the top of your forehead
and beads of water hanging off your
eyelashes threatening to crash
down on top of both our feet

i am fixed here with both my arms
around my waist because you
are blocking all the water and i
have nothing to make me look
as magical as you do right now.

im not sure if you noticed but then
you reach out and  pull me under
the spray and  i cant see anything
but your blurry figure coming closer
and closer until i can taste tap water
and your body wash.

soap gets in my eye but i just splash
it away and laugh when i accidently
hit you in the face and before you can
get me  back i hop out and grab the
nearest towel and pull it tight around me.

i peek back in around the curtain
and you look sad standing there
soaking and lonely but i just give you a
look and bound out the bathroom and
maybe you will follow me or maybe
you will wash the rest of that soap off.

maybe people will be able to tell
what just happened because we
mysteriously smell the same and
your hair is soaking wet. or maybe
because the rest of the day i have the
biggest smile on my face remembering
you with your dripping eyelashes.