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
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Wash me away
Down the drain into you
Scrub away every trace
Dissolve me in your love
