Lines in the condensation on my shower door <br />Spell out the name of the one I long for... <br />Water trickles down, so much like the tears <br />That come when I give in to all my little fears... <br />Water streams down like the love within my heart; <br />The love I feel for you, together or apart... <br />The soap coats my skin, and gets that mushy feeling, <br />Much like the way I feel inside when your voice leaves me reeling... <br />The water washes over me, sweeping my skin clean. <br />Much unlike my mind, which runs amok with thoughts obscene...<br /><br />Elizabeth Sheaffer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-in-the-shower/
