I’ll wash, you dry


We stand here
as the dark overcomes the sun
side-by-side, with wry glances,
touching hands underwater
as we reach for submerged china.

Our feet are neatly anchored
in realities firmness
though, waves will hover,
politely
seeking to tilt a viewpoint
or shake a calm.

We hear the squeak of cloth
and glass.
Smile in our shared silence
overcast with understanding.
Content with our lot.
Enjoying the hip-bump that happens.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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