Deck Brushed

Wanting my soap to be as smooth
as her skin
Slimy to spiritual fingertips.

Before I stroke my body
upon and within
a good deck brush is required
to whip
my skin to a raw scratched surface.

Once I’ve sanded my skin down to this
I now can let the waters -
Hotter than Hot
descend atop
over and into each
pore.

My eyes roll back
into their sockets while
the pain sears
forces me to cry out!!
But I relent
smiling, instead.

This is one pleasure
I wish we could have
enjoyed together.

I’ll be damned
if I am
going to give
it up
just because
I am reminded of

and how I miss her.