By The Indian Ganges Side

A week gone, with only texts
to connect with you:
Floating wishes
along the Indian Ganges.
I chose your shampoo,
lathered before your arrival;
shower-boxed, you returned,
in my touch:
Foam-smell, brought you back,
on my fingers, off that longed-trip,
I was no longer alone.
Cubic-fixed.

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