Love,
That slippery bar of soap.
I keep wishing I can just
Snatch it,
Hold it.
Use it to wash away
That dirty pain
And caked-on sadness.
But the harder I squeeze that stupid soap,
The more elusive it becomes.
The faster it slides away,
The more I desire it . . .
I see it floating in the water
Smooth and soft and sweet.
I don’t move quickly;
I gently pick it up
And cradle it in my hands.
This soap’s going nowhere, baby;
I’ve got all the love I need.
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