We slip into the bathtub, you and I,
the water warmer than it should,
because you like it like that.
I let you float
my hand under your head
and your body rocks.
We have done this before, you and I,
but tonight is different for you.
Tonight you come alive,
your limbs dancing,
looking like a synchronized swimmer gone
And I see the motions I felt
when my body housed yours.
You soon tire and seek my breast.
I pull you close, let you suckle.
You float in the warmth,
new skin touching old,
gaining life from my body.
Is it like being in the womb?
Is it like being home?