A sheet overlay their owl's cage; the tub filling a room away.
Bodies stripping, they dip, then fold
The owl cooed "Who?"
You do, too.
The palms of his hands press flat against her ears; elfin and small, inward and all - his heart thuds, pulse skipping like stones tapping the lakes that are her ear drums. Fingers cup, flexing with thin ligaments; cold, they chill her skin, caress pronounced cheek-bones and oh so slow, his lips find the crest ensued by furrowed brows and his breath coats closed eyes in a warmth that'd lacked before.
Her neck cranes backward and jaw gapes, inhaling a sharp breath as his fingers spread the lids that she'd shut so not to see him.
Below the water her voice roars, while otherwise, hushed and under breath; wisps that sweep no more - rather, suds and duds of water spiral to the surface and rift, just as the knuckles she'd strained around his wrists.
They unbind and a man's wet steps resonate sopping thrums in the form of patterns; almost as though the hallway hums.
The sheet slips into a bundle
Bunched at one of their feet
And he smiles and says