New Storms For Older Lovers [poems 36/37]
New Storms For Older Lovers
The water runs in rivulets
Down his body
Tendrils seeping through his pores to soothe,
The only comfort he’s ever known
Washing away the sins of the past
Few hours
And hopefully
He’ll be clean again
Maybe he’ll forget
The memories rising up and out with the steam
Fleeting
Until he opens the door
And they all send him to his knees
In their haste to get back inside
With him
Moaning, gasping, he recalls
Fingers threaded so tightly
Through longish chocolate locks
Arms made of stone wrapped around him
After wading in the silence
He’s finally freed
But now, now he is raw and red
And soaked with shamefulness of all he’s done
And the things he should’ve said “no” to