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The Shower By: Jeff Moore on 12/7/2002; 3:10 AM You came to me last night. It was so late. I had already worked so long. I was surprised that you were still up, and realized you'd been waiting for me. You asked me to come with you. Lay beside you. Sleep beside you. Rest my head with yours, and warm you through the night. I told you I had to finish what I was doing. You caressed my shoulder, said good night, and walked alone to our bed. Hours passed before my work was done. I came to our room, and took my place beside you. Your back was to me, and I brushed the hair off your neck and kissed you good night. I was suddenly sorry I passed you on earlier. I was glad my work was done, though. And you were here, waiting as I knew you would be. In the morning, I wanted you and reached out, but you were gone. I rose to an empty house, and a note that said you'd be home soon. I first thought that you should have waited for me. I felt cheated that you'd gone without me. Then I thought of last night, and how clearly I had told you to go. I thought of the work I had done, and how it could have waited for the next day. I thought of you, and how you should never have to wait. I found my way to the shower, and ran the water hot. I shed my boxers and stepped in to the steam. I closed my eyes and stood under the water, letting it wash over my face. Then I heard the curtain move, and felt the cool air on my legs. Then I felt you turn me toward you and wrap your arms around me. I looked down at you, your face on my chest, the water soaking your hair. I thought how beautiful you are to me. I thought how you are always there at the important times, how you always take care of me, and how strongly I know you love me. I hugged you tightly, saying I was sorry without words. You looked up at me, and I knew you understoood. You had the look in your eyes, the one you keep just for me. And there in the shower, naked together, sharing the streaming water, I fell in love with you one more time.
Nicely done By: John Verion on 12/9/2002; 3:14 AM This reminds me of the french phrase... what is it? I don't remember. Its translated, "The spirit of the staircase" -- those things you wish you had said in an argument, but didn't think of until you were on the stairs leaving the room. The kind of thing you tell all your friends you *did* say at the right moment. The married soul beneath close inspection discovers there are all kinds of these things we forgot to say when we had the chance -- not in terms of the arguments but in terms of the good gestures we should have had. You've captured it nicely, and dammit remember next time!
RE: The Shower By: Richard Davidson on 12/10/2002; 6:27 PM Hey, if this is true, and you really do have a wife you feel this way about, I hope she gets to read it. I'm pretty sure you will be rewarded for this one. That's just me speaking as a married man. Very nice.
RE: The Shower By: Jeff Moore on 12/11/2002; 4:41 AM L'esprit de l'escalier.
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