Soap

I smell his sweat and candy

A sweet bar of soap.

Foam covering his hands 

And

In the mirror, a glimmer of hope.

Should

He so choose to command.

Above 

Where he clutches the sink

Where he stood earlier

Doing his best 

Not

To

Think.

I feel a pillow

It's flat

So he keeps punching at it.

Angry in the dark

He'll get that expensive one cos 

This

One

Is

So

Shit.

I see the same fucking socks

Same fucking underwear.

The same fucking detachment

In his fucking office-hours stare.

I sense the same fucking boredom

While he's doom-scrolling

On

His

Fucking

Phone.

Fingers constantly tapping

Cos his cock can't find a home.

I hear a sigh 

Flying

Out across the land

His fingers plucking at the air

To pull out something he understands.

I taste a saltiness not of my skin

Lingering

I savour it on my tongue.

And at that moment

He rinses his palms

And fingers

And his thumbs...



#Soap  #YDLD