“you didn’t dry yourself off very well,”
you tell me while running a towel over my back
I am bare and vulnerable but
I do not care at all

we are post-shower standing on bathroom floor
bodies making puddles between cracks in white tile
laughing as we watch our reflections
dance in routine

my hair is curling and yesterday’s mascara is crawling its way down my cheeks
I look more wet dog coming home drenched after thunderstorm than I do human but
I do not care at all

you wrap the fabric around the parts I didn’t get on purpose
I keep my raw, the usually covered skin out in the open
I’m thinking about all the ways I can make you stay and
this is just one of them

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