As if to couple,
it would be my job to overwhelm you with a washing worship of sorts.
Not a job as in work but a job as in attentive service –
a commitment to doing something ever so small well.
An effort to understand everything wanted by your body.
A tumbling over you in play and sensation exchange.
And not exchange as in transaction but transition of flow.
A back and forth of touch and feel – of gifting and collecting.
A dancing of two that twists into something indistinguishable.
