ello, jello

Remember when I taught you how to bathe?

It was right after we had sex, one of the first times I guess

I washed your body first

My shampoo in your hair, my finger tips behind your ears, my arms slipping Round your waist

Sometimes there’d be more

I’d get down on my knees and you’d brace yourself against the shower walls

But most times I’d just wash your toes

Your body was so different from mine at that time

The hormones made my skin sag, my breasts tender

Where mine were pliant, I could trace your taut back muscles with a finger right down to the curve of your hip bones

I loved poking the dimples above your buttcheeks

It’s been more than a year since the last time I bathed you

And yesterday when I rubbed the soap across my back, it felt like yours

I’m stronger now

I wash my own toes