The Shower Poem by Monique Leo

I think of you often. 

On my darkest mornings, my brightest nights. I think of you.
I think of you as I turn on my shower
As the warm water trickles down the edges of my porcelain skin.

Slowly -trickling down my spine as I think of you. 


Gently thinking of you as I trace droplets of water 
on the glass
They race down the shower screen, all while I think of you.
Dripping off the tips of my fingers and suddenly peace evades my body

I think of you.