too far along. long gone.

my toes against the clammy pink vulvar tile nuzzle soapspotted sweatsplotched silver nozzles
as i listen to the steady abundance of his flow in the bathroom beside mine
i imagine phallic freckles fading into the flaccid folds of his dick
the sunny vibrant vileness of his acrid stream
the pale reactive wisps of his thin thighs and the dingy boxers bunched about them
my toes peek coyly from their sudsy bed cherry red and dripping
wrinkling
some day i will have old lady feet
maybe then they'll want to dance