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.