Washing hands very slowly
sense smoothness and softness of suds between
each single finger gives
thrill down body awakening
nerves signals
feeling alive
massage both hands inside
outside tickles playful with fingers as a
spider dancing over back of hand
squeezing soap up under nails
holding tight around wrists is
impossible because foam is too
creamy and soft, I must smile
scent of soap arises up around
face, I am inside a perfumed bubble
enlightening lust also
sexual, I lick my lips
holding hands under hot running water
watch intense like my last experience ever
how streams of foam interact with
water-float together disappearing down sink
skin of my hands are soft dried in rough towel
what a beautiful moment
awake
aware of loving life