I will dip my toes into you.
I know the rest of me will soon slide in too.
I’m not afraid of being enveloped by the coolness nor the scorch of you.
These palms of mine will turn your handle and regulate this indifference.
I know you want to soak with me; lay back against the edges and let me care.
I want to fill this tub with the sweetest things – you and me and soakings of whatever.
I want to trace your lines with my fingers dripping.
This cheekbone needs to hear yours again.
We will be sailors on a sea of want and I will navigate when you are too far gone to care about direction.
Pirate, I am your mutiny.