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slippery sunscreened shoulders
peppermint bronners foam and bubbles
foam, and bubbles, sliding down my soapy front.
turning away for irrigation; water pulsing
from my spine down through a gluteal canal.
hands on tile.
pulsing shower head makes sure nothing hides.
squeaky clean, wet hands skidding over clean arms, the white foam gathers at the drain
still slippery somewhere
in the steam of the mirror
warm skin, door opens, and voila: steel areolas.
silk drapes blow to the bed and the fan finishes
to my thighs
what to do.. what to do
while the rest.... dries.