drop of water

oh, to be a drop of water

slowly dribbling, draping down your back

as you reach for the towel

at the end of your

shower



wait

please, wait



let me be the trickle of wetness

rolling around your rippled belly



i want to feel your curves as i drift down

the sensual slope of your side



please don’t blot me away

from my languid loping



slowly

i will ease my way into the most

private

pristine

pure

parts that remain of you



and when i have completed my meandering journey

from your heights

into and out of

your depths,





you may wipe me off the floor.









2003, D. Kristen Herrington