Flushed Pink

Her and I could turn this lovers shower into a ritual bath, a ritual of purification, committing in our broken and wild hearts to wash away the cruel words and bitter disappointments and just weight of life and all our years.

 

The water, hot and stinging, bringing a flushed pink to our naked skin. Too bright light above, nothing is shaded or hidden. Our bodies and our souls open and plain. In such openness, we can heal and become new.

Standing in the hissing waters, we kiss softly, unsure. Here and now, by dedicating the ritual to each other, we wash ourselves clean. The water carries the day and our sins. Harsh water scours our vulnerable skin.

We forgive each other. We begin again.