He quoted the ancient mariner,
Translated a Nordic rune,
Pulled a sword out of the stone,
Sung a tune...in Gaelic.

And then he disappeared again
Behind the shower curtain.

And when his hair,
In ringlets wet,
Clusters round his fabled head,
And joy and freedom course through the blood in his veins ,
Then all his cells shout out with glee!
They are all in love with me!
And I disappear behind the shower curtain with him.

-jenn