by Niamh O' Connell

The dishwasher is done

Steaming glasses and shining cutlery

I unload it, stacking plates in the cupboard

On an upside down mug sits a puddle, I turn it over too fast

The splash on my foot is warm and wet

And I blush

Thinking of the wet warmth that fell on my thigh

Except you're not here to kiss me as it cools