Supine beneath the onslaught
of your shower’s cool benevolence,
the floor hard and frigid below my back,
sharp against the ridge of my spine.
Eager goosebumps rise
across my chilling skin until
I am a landscape of moist texture.
Nipples as tight as Gordian knots,
breathing laboured against the storm.
The droplets bead and join,
rivering into my hollows.
Lakes form at my navel and
in the lea of my hip bones.
Eyes closed, limbs extended,
I am a wanton and bedraggled thing
waiting amidst the torrent’s roar and hiss
for the sound of your bare feet on the tiles.
Or for the water to wash me down the gap
between my desire and your indifference.
wow, this one totally blew me away. i could practically feel the water droplets falling on me, all over my body and my face, making it difficult to keep my eyes open. and the chill rising from the floor and the luke warm temperature of the water mixing together……..
RG, i knew there was a reason i’ve been regularly visiting your blog for the last two years!
Quite nice! Some of your poems, I almost feel are not poems but just words strung prettily – this is a good thing, at least it is to me. Poetry seems daunting to me, but this…this sort of thing (arranging lovely word-necklaces) is something I feel great affinity toward. It’s lovely, and the last line ties it all up.
I actually don’t have a ‘poetry’ category for that very reason; I don’t think what I write is poetry. I just like setting the words out in a many that make sense rhythmically.
Such a clean and exciting scene. All in one
[Oh] for the water to wash me down the gap
between my desire and your indifference.
So much better than
Waiting for the vacuum to suck me from the gap at the back of the sofa of your disinterest…
Or
Falling into the abyss having failed the leap from my desire to your regard…
I keep coming back to this.
A picture painted with words. So visceral
A great piece of art.