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)
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