For fun
I wash him
Rub him
Giggle drizzle water down his back
Then I pour half a bottle of white spirits over his head
Screams of horror
Panic, fear of blindness, general ding aling alarm
I didn't mean it
I swear
I'm sorry
Oh God
Oh God
Oh God
I sit back, wet handed
confused
It was a mistake
It was
Or?
Later, quite a bit later
Calm arrives
We dry his eyes
and he trusts again
My turpentine valentine
I'm dizzy, greedy for his flesh
I feel treacherous
Because I really do want him dead
