Thursday, November 29, 2007

In the bath

Your love is a soap
I lather up and feel it seep into my pores
As it overwhelms me
The water of life washes it away
With you gone
All i have is a memory
Of what its like to be clean

Now i can see
The difference between the love of you
And the love of me
Without your hands
Foaming me up
Without your lips
Kissing me clean
I use my soap
To keep our memories clean
Because without it
It seems like
That bath
Was just a dream

This love
The love i have for me
Is how i can remember
The secret moments
shrouded in water
It is how i can love again
And always be clean

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