Warmer Waters
I don't question
my presence in a Jacuzzi
with a girlfriend of a friend,
or why my ex-wife's sister
is now a soapy fingered hand-maiden.
All day I keep adjusting my mask
while secretly watching that hot tub dream
as it plays-on
on the tip of every nerve ending.
I want to sink back
into suds of impossibility.
I have this crazy itch
to snorkel down
to where I can touch
the secret life of ripples.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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