wet spots

I step into my bathroom to turn on the water in my shower. The floor is cold and the lavender colored bath mats look vibrant in comparison to the withered violets I saw at the cemetery just the night before. That's good, I tell myself. The water comes out of the spout erect. As if this water knows how to greet me. A naked soul enters his lair. My turn, i say. 

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[DiMar4u]

The way you frame life into the lifeless feels intimate and extemporaneous.