Water Drops

Water drops from my hairline
to my brow
down the length of my nose
where it jumps
and lands softly on my protruding belly.
My only belly.
Another traces the side of my face
and takes a turn at my cheekbone
nudging its way through the crowded streams
that flow over my body.
Drips from hair
loosely wrapped at the nape of my neck
cascade down my spine
in tingles.
A soloist slides down my brow
and creeps its way
into my eye wrinkles
feeling like a tear
that escapes through wide eyes
which are staring at a teal tiled wall.
Another traces my mouth
feeling as a kiss would
warm and wet.
Down my face the water flows
momentarily perching on my breasts
then slithering between my thighs.
Tears formed by a silver head
shoot at me in thousands
nestling in my pubic hair
shaping my lips
plucking my innocence from its open sheath.
I was cold
but the water is warm.

By Sarah Hulin

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