I'm lying in my bathtube,
my fingertips are drowning
Half of my hair is loose,
and I see the circular waves of the water
dancing with every touch of my hands;
with every sigh of breath of stillness,
The stillness I met since I know you.

I caress my face,
from my forehead to my neck,
feeling the soft nakedness,
fragile as petals,
fragile as dew tempted to fall from a leaf.

My legs feel the water falling from the shower,
tickling me,
like your spirit;
The Ghost of you
kisses me,
hugs me tender and warm.
The Ghost of you,
Loves me,
hydrating my mind with hope
and peace;
only the Ghost of you fulfills my dead body.

This is how you love me and this is how I love you.

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