Waking Up in the Morning

Found in a surf green Tiled bathroom with nothing in it Except the pale light (from the window and us two): And flesh and hair I sleepwalked with my Second grade teacher Her soft hand held mine While I was soaking wet Dayglowing lights in the basin The ripples sending water back to where it came From a little dirtier than before Thick and disrobes as I customer service her In dimly lit close quarters I was kneeling and now I know why I was kneeling and now I know why I sleepwalked with my second grade teacher Her soft hand held mine while I was soaking wet