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The Art of Washing Hands

 

As intense as one life entering another,
I take your hands into mine.

The intimacy of water from a spigot
pours as if over our entire bodies,

yours in willing submission to mine
during the act of washing hands.

Your anticipation is a pale shiver
like a bird's wing stretching the wind.

To swoon from the scent of roses
as the glycerin is slowly applied,

and then our fingers entwine;
a lesser tandem of slender limbs coiling.

The froth of friction made languid in its
lubrication, the intent fascination

of my ritual movements when I hear
your breath, your inclining notes,

and our sudden glances meeting, as
cool water rinses clear all expectation.
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Published | Edited 5th Mar 2019
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