First Shower Home Poem by Delilah Miller

The first shower home, you are
Falling away from me like coin slipping into a gutter.
The soapy bubbles of your quick-pop! -kisses slide down
my legs, toes, the dark drain and pop-pop drown.
Cheap candy-pink shampoo conquers my hair;
the oils of your soft fingers scurry away;
water elopes with the breath on my ears left by your gasps and mutters
Your fingers dive intp the tab, to stick instead to there.

Washing away you, the first shower leaves traces
that nod and depart with the next deluge of soap.
Walk back to the water you wash in, you came from, drink life from.
I am water, but not the Well, and to the shower we must both come.