you-and-me tea

 
We may all hate
this janky two-bedroom place
and the crazy-glue that holds it together,
but you have to admit
it has the most glorious,
gigantic bathtub.

Somehow there's room for all six feet of you.
I bet I could scuba dive in there.

There's nothing better than soaking with you
in that clawfoot
in water that's almost too hot,
cheeks to cheeks and legs criss-crossed,

candles lit and music on

where we can touch and talk
and sing Sweeney Todd
and clean our systems out.
Forget about the rest of this
falling-apart house.
Let's just brew something good
out of you and me.

I love your flavor,
and I know you dig mine,
but it's a drink for the drain
once I'm done rubbing your tired feet.

Let's just stay close,
lingering too long
in perfect company
while we steep and
watch the steam.