When I die

I want heaven to be a long hot shower.
Droplets of water falling from my back,
pulsating down my arms,
along my thighs, ankles and feet.

I want to feel damp hair
brush against my face and let
the hot spray above my head
warm my open mouth.

I want to linger in the swell
of wet heat on my skin
until it washes away
earth’s mosquitoes and dirt