we like to shower afterwards
(I like the water hotter than she)
and her face is always soft and peaceful
and she'll wash me first
spread the soap over my balls
lift the balls
squeeze them,
then was the c*ck:
"hey, this thing is still hard!"
then get all the hair down there, —
the belly, the back, the neck, the legs,
I grin grin grin,
and then I wash her...
first the c*nt, I
stand behind her, my c*ck in the cheeks of her a$$
I gently soap up the c*nt hairs,
wash there with a soothing motion,
I linger perhaps longer than necessary,
then I get the backs of the legs, the a$$,
the back, the neck, I turn her, kiss her,
soap up the breasts, get them and the belly, the neck,
the fornts of the legs, the ankles, the feet,
and then the c*nt, once more, for luck...
another kiss, and she gets out first,
toweling, sometimes singing while I stay in
turn the water on hotter
feeling the good times of love's miracle
I then get out...
it is usually mid-afternoon and quiet,
and getting dressed we talk about what else
there might be to do,
but being together solves most of it,
in fact, solves all of it
for as long as those things stay solved
in the history of woman and
man, it's different for each
better and worse for each —
for me it's splendid enough to remember
past the marching of armies
and the horses that walk the streets outside
past the memories of pain and defeat and unhappiness:
Linda you brought it to me,
when you take it away
do it slowly and easily
make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in
my life, amen.