January 2023

Naked and wet
one foot propped
on the rim of the shower

head and back bent,
you pull a brown towel
over one muscled calf

your hair hangs,
moist, ragged,
it will cover your breasts
until you straighten
toss it back

and as the light
gleams on the droplets
that cover your body
I want to kiss you dry

but both of us know

it wouldn't work

Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Collective Unrest, Cough Syrup, and Blood & Bourbon, among others.