Dean Meredith


Tapped


Hush …
It’s only me
Your little tap
You touch me
Twist my knobs
Turn me on
And off again
Deep sigh …
Drip, drip, drip
I run for you
Hot and cold
Mostly warm
Your hands are soft
I like the lather
It smells nice
Drip, drip, drip
But the others
Who come and go
And just use us
Their hands are hard
They hurt me
And you too
I know they do
I’ve heard the sounds
Seen the blood
Drip, drip, drip
They soap and scrub
But can’t wash away
Those sins that stain
And when I can
I burn them good
I scold their skin
We hate them
Mirror and me
She’s my friend too
Just like you
She gets all misty
When we steam up
Drip, drip, drip
She tells me things
How you look
About your smile
The way you cry
And frown at times
Your hair plays tricks
And when you laugh
We do too - with you
So much sometimes
My washers jump
And mirror shimmers
And you both vibrate
We love you friend
Drip, drip, drip

Submitted: Thursday, November 03, 2011
Edited: Friday, November 04, 2011
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