Shower

Shower ..

Morning blues :::

I stand naked beneath a shower
Drops stick to my body like bubbles
Each drop wails for your love
unable to wipe with my towel
they dance ..

somewhere sometimes :::

In the piercing cold water
i lay like a dead lotus 
my petals have folded dry
waiting to sink deep and cold

Shower will wash my tears
i laugh with hurried tears
will fight like a mongoose
even if death be like a street dog

let us float with these drops 
through the drains
the dirty canals to river
and thence to sea ..