Freed of binding fabrics

a shower in the dark

damp coils, fragrant oils

lips pecked with mist

rivulets of our memories

streak down our temples

then caress our heels

while heading for the drain

they flow to the sea

where tears and undercurrents meet

shoulders slump in surrender

but the cascading pressure

is not a burden to carry

because we are all water

we were all wet

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