Waking Hour Showers

I think the showers

Washing scum and sweat

From underneath the sheets

Is more intriguing than

The dirt we all wash

From doing filthy daily work

The stench of what was

In our dreams

The smell of what we

Did last night

While no one was watching

Or better yet

While someone was

That scum collected

In the tub is so much

Funner when we

Scrub it hiding all

The dirty deeds we

Conceded when sleeping

Needing subconscious thoughts

Into our skin

Then wash it off

Again and again

Especially when sharing sheets

We get all of

Another’s sleepy sweat

All pushed against us

This perfume ferments us

Gets each other drunk

And the more daring

The more bodies involved

In this lovely sleepy stench

The more we like to cover

Wrench it from us in

The shower,

Down the drain,

With only Clorox rubber gloves

To wash the stains

That smell will be there

When you get up again

And nothing you can ever do

In play or in the day

Will ever smell like

What you’ve done or dreamt

Beneath the sheets

That’s what makes those

Waking hour showers

So sweet