Slipping

She stood still

beneath the steady stream of hot water

inhaling the particles of rising steam

in long, deep breaths.


She cupped her hands,

catching the water in a pool

of tight flesh

a losing game she liked to play.


However close she kept her fingers,

the level of liquid would always drop

elusive, impossible.


Just like you, my love

no amount of holding can keep you

and yet,

I try, I try, I try.








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