The water caressing the curve of her

collarbone

& his lips pressed against her

ivory half moon pelvis

is just enough to send her into

a state of intoxication

and drunk off his love as she is

she swears she could see her morals

washing down the shower drain

in the downstairs bathroom

of her fathers house

broken

To wash down the pipes and later

collect in a puddle of regret

until stolen away by a young girl

so she can wear the washed up

morals of a broken woman

around her neck like they were her savior

until she suffers the same crushing

loss of innocence & heartbreak

in the shower of the downstairs bathroom

in her fathers house.