I stared into the black
And thought....
That this was
The best shower
I had ever
Had.
No light…
Not even cracks
Under the door…
It was a moonless
Night outside…
Inside it was
Pitch…
And I felt
Alone…
Until my lover
Reminded me
With her touch
That she was
There with me…
I could see
Nothing in the
Pitch black…
Not her silhouette
Nor the steam
Of the hot shower
Rising as I knew it must
As it filled my
Lungs with water vapor
And the scent
Of lavender soap
Sliding across
My skin like silk.
She told me
I was to do nothing
I was letting her
Do everything…
Massaging my scalp
Washing my long
Black hair
That mixed with
The dark nothingness
Rinsing it…
Careful not to let
Anything get in
My eyes…
There was a tenderness
Beyond words
To surrender
All to her
Attentions.
Even the bottoms of my feet
Were lovingly
Scrubbed
Kissed
And though
I could not
See her face
I could feel
Her smile.
As she rinsed conditioner
From my long locks
The sensation
Was one of
A soft blanket
As if I had
Never really
Noticed how
Good it felt
Before this
Shower…
It was taken
For granted…
The dark shower
Was all new
And it felt
As if
Everything else
Became heightened
For lack of
Sight.
My skin felt every drop
Hit, slide
And run down
My body.
Soap was never
So soft before
That moment…
Her hands
Never so gentle
Nor deft
As bereft
Of sight
Could only
Render.
All while staring
Into the black…
Surrendering my
Need to do
Anything…
Other than
Accept her
Gift.
This
Dark shower.
I found light
In the black.
