The mop moves

Soapy water

Across the wooden floor

Warm against the late winter chill

Her memory

Our bodies entwined

Sweet nectar of love

Mixed with sweat

The bucket sloshes

Dirty suds spill

Squeegeed up

Floral scented

Our breath, shared

Our voices rising

A reflexive, mutual addiction

Waves breaking upon shores

Quotidian afternoon

Her, alive in memory

Boring mundanity without 

Passion searing within

Wash me away

Down the drain into you

Scrub away every trace

Dissolve me in your love

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