Routine

bareskin in a bathtub
the feeling of faintness in the heat
dirt clings to fingers and
becomes mud
forget fault like worthless labor
remember obediance
like whispers floating out of
peach lips
whispers back, from
plum lips

Do not argue
instead
let oil drip
from the skin of
our stomachs
in a gentle rocking glow

To never complain
or be angered
To wash away greed
and selfish wanting
To carry pride until it
fills a basin with
disaster