sink

Your hand
extends to mine

apprehensive

this is like
nothing that
ever came before

though there are
bits and pieces of
the best parts

only ghosts in our past lives
only thin hopes

now they are here
vibrantly alive

drawing us a
warm bath

room enough
in the tub
for both of us

we step in
gingerly
and wantonly
at once

your hand
grasping mine

we steady
each other

and

sink.