Hot Tub

I want to write about your lips,
your kiss,
the way your hair sparkles in the water,
flecked with grey under the fluorescent lighting.
I want to write about how I look forward to your smile
entering the hot water
while rainbow coloured visions cloud my judgement.
The water is hot around us
and we are burning up,
you more than me,
me less than you,
jets all around us
drowning our legs
our sorrows
our hopes
our love.