The Sad Shower
She said she would shower before I go
as long as I applied the soap
to her soft cool skin.
I washed her. She washed me.
I knelt and rinsed her with my tears.
I cried between her two small breasts
rinsing away the pain and the suds.
She didn't cry but her eyes were sad,
pain was deep, very intense,
for sin or for me
I'll never know.
as long as I applied the soap
to her soft cool skin.
I washed her. She washed me.
I knelt and rinsed her with my tears.
I cried between her two small breasts
rinsing away the pain and the suds.
She didn't cry but her eyes were sad,
pain was deep, very intense,
for sin or for me
I'll never know.
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