Monday, January 25, 2010

Washing Dishes - Jennifer Baljko

I stood at the sink, practicing being present
The hot water cascading down the side of the glass heating my fingers
Bubbles swirling around the drain, lingering, waiting for the next wave to wash over them

He stood behind me, also practicing being present
A long exhale warming my neck, sending a wave of pleasure through our bodies
Hands reaching around my waist, undoing the button on my jeans, searching for whatever came next.

1 comment:

  1. This is just lovely! A prose poem full of beautifully observed detail. I love the line 'searching for whatever came next.' It's surprising, and yet somehow inevitably right. Wonderful!

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