Poem a day: After Shower

The soap slides down my skin
and eddies into the drain
with the water that soaks my frame
and leaves me dewy wet.
I briskly brush my body with the towel
but it seems the water loves me
Dripping hair hangs down my back
and adds to the drenching
after I have already begun the drying.
The sounds of harsh water hitting the tub
fades away
as the curtain quits dripping.