Bathtism of Love

The cascade of memories goes too fast .
I try to scale the waterfall
While wetness pours across my face,
Washes o'er my skin.
I smile and drink from the precious fountain
And pause on an outcropped ledge.

I remember your words—
Like fresh air within the water,
Like ribbands of rippling hair
That run, dripping down my face.
And then, they swirl up all around me,
In this, our most sacred ritual.

 

-jenn long