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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