Lolling in the bath, I remember

your arms around me, 

palms atop my thighs,

your body pressing my back,

seeking softness awaiting you.

Lifting me backwards

you drape me onto your floating body,

your hands covering my breasts.

My feet dangle

in chlorine-scented waters.

We’re sandwiched together until

gently broadsided---a wayward raft---

I soar through aquamarine light,

gaze at your face half surprised, 

half amused, thoroughly distracted:

Floatus interruptus.