there’s a
slow steam curling up
from the
open bathroom door
to the ceiling
I came home a little early
to surprise her
she’s a nude abstraction
in the fogged mirror
beads of water
heavy with her
drip down the surface
slightly clarifying
- some skin, some hair
and she’s singing
and of all the songs to sing
its Yellow Submarine
“As we live a life of ease
Everyone of us has all we need
Sky of blue and sea of green
In our yellow submarine”
our lives are not easy
there’s a struggle every day
... we both know it
but she’s having a moment
and she’s totally into it
it stops me
its the cutest fucking thing
she’s so damn sexy
and maybe... hold on...
I just need a minute
to take this in
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