God in the Shower

face in the water stream

niagara of golden light

distraction from cells

draining away

refuge from

this infinitesimal

falling to pieces

I recall your

hand on my hip

the way you lift

my cheek a little and

hold it there

meanwhile pieces of me

alarmingly wash away

my fingers slide on wet tiles

trying to catch this moment

and the sense of you

and golden light

and life itself

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