Beloved Baptism
I slide into the shower behind you
naked and cold, from receiving leftover spray beyond the warm water you’re being baptized with until you see me, then turn, reach out to draw me close, and make room for both of us to stand under the water and shiver in the warm cold together hugging and giggling at the water cupping between us like two children under a summertime sprinkler whose waterdrops shine with gleam of glory in downpour of joy. © 2005 Tess Lockhart. All rights reserved. |