the way water moves

i like the way the water moves
through your hair
it rolls down your neck in skinny little rivulets
joining the mist and the spray of this morning shower

sometimes, i feel like i'm outside
as we wash and wiggle through the water
sharing the space as if our body

was one

i like the way the water moves
through your eye lashes
and into the lather you've built up around your scruff

you always squeal a little because i like water
that's near burning
and you like your water

just a little colder

but as the water moves, you adjust
and defer to me
i try to imagine what you must be thinking
is burning your skin just a small price to pay to shower with me?
do you like the dramatic moment of entry?

or is it just one of the ways you show me that
you
care?

i don't ask
i prefer to shower with you
to wonder
to enjoy the mystery that comes with knowing someone so well