Bathe

Tomorrow I said that I'll soak and bathe in the middle of your heart. That I'll remove clothes from skin. Then run my hands underneath the faucet then take hand to soap. Tomorrow I said that I'll find another book to not read and sit it up on top the shelf. Giving you my undivided. Lying in water surrounded by creme colored porcelain. A wash rag and a bar of soap made of your smile. Tomorrow I said that I'll be more of a talker. Especially in the moments of silence that become instant memories. The silence being but a moment to embrace a time where words do no justice. Long soap foam beard. Soap foam covering each follicle of hair on top of our heads. I know tomorrow I said that I would do all of this and more. But why wait when now is just as good as time as any. Cleansing myself in you