Washed Off Poem by don't ever ask

Washing off your touch
The water runs,
And your scent fades,
While I wash off your kisses.
And down the drain they go.
Step into the water,
Shed yesterday’s skin,
One, two, and the pieces of you
Disappear with pieces of me.
Trickling down my body,
Just like your hands were
Moments before
Unknown to the rest.
But my skin was aware,
It absorbed the sweat,
Which is leaving,
Through a pipe,
To the ocean.
And I wash off every look,
Every touch,
Every kiss,
Drops of sweat,
Which mingle with water,
Go down, down,
To a place of oblivion,
Of washed-away sins,
Of oh so many,
Who were touched.
And I wash off your passion,
Maybe some of your hair,
Those whispers also leave,
Speaking to turbulent waters.
So the water stops,
And you’re all gone,
Washed away,
As I want you to be.
But honey, no water,
No element,
No matter how strong or deadly,
Shall wash your persistent presence,
Your dark, black eyes,
As nothing is ever so strong,
To wash away,
The damned impression,
You have on my weak soul.