With the first touch of steam to his skin,
as he shivers.
Hold your weight against the wall,
as you breathe in silent ecstasy
with the steady rhythm of the pulsing water,
the rattling drain,
and his heart against your bones.
Watch the water sheet off of his naked form,
as the water falls of your fingertips,
and off of your chin.
love like this isn't right.
[But it's love, isn't it?]
And he cries,
because he knows your thinking
this isn't right.
Those tears sheet off his body,
and rattle down the drain.