By The Indian Ganges Side

Mike Bell/ February 21, 2016/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

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.