craving the aroma of your air
while I sink to the bottom of the bathtub
longing for your touch
while being shaken back into reality
philosophizing about your voice
while melodies and bass fill the room
projecting your creature in front of me
while motion pictures buzz behind it
longing for your scent
while another sneaks past me
dreaming of different versions of you
while I try to recover
freezing although everything in me burns for you
perhaps a bath would warm me just as fine too
I let the water in and soon find myself-
to my love