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