Wash Away No Sins (by Rylan Hunter)

Wet, wet heat,

Steam rising off your skin.

Lick the droplets up like rain,

Quench my thirst … my hunger,

My need for slick, slippery contact.

Wipe away the day, the week, the world,

But leave the rest behind.

Wash away no sins,

They don’t exist here.

(Photography by Dan Skinner)