Tongue kissing, feet twirling, two streams of pee mixed, two lakes of sweat dipped, sonic wave tipped, bottom thick gripped, electric metronomes click, 20 on a shelf, 80 on a shelf, 200 covering the floor like a dark jungle of insects, everything quiet in a bathtub, skin rub shudders the hub of my dream of holding your menopaused body as our eyes roll toward each other like the boulder in Raiders of the Lost Ark.