our time
in this tiny space
a ritual born
inside an era where
togetherness is
your necessity
and scrubbing away
my self hatred
is mine

someday
this will be our norm
saturated by your soap
serving you
as I’d always wanted
but was never brave
enough
to say

this will be our habit
and I will no longer
be surprised
by your desire
I will simply
bloom
beneath it

shimmering
iridescence
bathed in steam

there’s just enough
room
for two

for us

❤