Last night I dreamed of showering in your words.
I was. I am. I will be.
Trickling reassurances swirling into steady streams.
Flowing between my curls,
Behind my ears.
Washing in wordy rivers over my shoulders,
Holding my waist.
Your words winding wonderful rivulets
Around my thighs,
Behind my knees,
Between my toes.
Sending bubbly waves of silence spiraling down the drain.
And afterwards, as I bumpytoweled dry,
Only a few True words clung to me with their Ivory-scented promises.
(and, of course)