I look at the water that beats down
with little drops of lust and heat
They seem transparent,
temporary.
One hits against my breast,
and then disappears
behind my cream skin
Flows
In the depths of drainage
and Oklahoma sewage
But I know
One drop
Has known me, seen me
traced down my body
and touched all part of me
This rain, this water
is the only thing
I can turn on.
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