Soap In The Eyes Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I invited you into the shower
Letting all the ways that I think about you
Fall over us.
I didn't care if soap got in my eyes
There are far worse stings in life.
Sculpting your body in soap suds
Essentially tracing desire.
My true desire.
The way I breathe, faster than my heartbeat.
Technically we could live the rest
Of our lives here in this moment.
My hands tangled in your hair
Your lips resuscitating mine standing upright,
Supporting the way we lean against each other.
We save more than water this way.
Our arms the preserver that keeps us a float
If our legs should get tired.
The last thing I am worried about is the sting
Of scented soap getting into my eyes