Do you remember that rainy week in July I will ask you some day if I love you enough for somedays. I will ask you if you remember that day I got caught on the way home, that day I walked in the door soaked -- Soaked to the bone, you said -- and I stripped down to my slip and stood dripping on the carpet -- You're a mess, you said, I'm a mess, I agreed -- and I wanted to be beautiful then, I wanted you to touch me, I took off the slip and stared at you, and you stared back, stared at the dripping black satin in my hand. And I was cold and you gave me a towel and I took it. I took the towel, I hung the slip over the shower curtain rod to dry, I was cold, I made a cup of tea.