Drowning In Five Inches Of Water
A telephone ringing
Far away down in the hall
Takes only a moment to answer
But creates an absence of minutes
From precious play-time in the bath
And begets a long, empty space of waiting
Of wanting you
Of needing you
To hurry back upstairs
And an opportunity for her
To slide slowly down
Soft-skinned and slippery
Soapy from the bubbles
From the clear air above
To a short watery rest
Below the surface
Beneath the noise
Within the quiet, calm nothingness
And to breathe evenly
Drinking the warm liquid
Just long enough
To fall asleep forever
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