From the shower

I'm dripping wet

and a clean white towel

sits folded

beneath my 'phone

upon my bed...

It's her.

The polyphony 

is the Samsung's

knock and bell,

I'll wait awhile...

I pull the towel

from the bed.

And unlike the mess she makes

I lay on a crisp clean

and laundered sheet.

And like the mess she makes

my heart betrays

its hidden echo.

I'll wait awhile -

lay staring.