Twisting the knobs On comes the water Crashing, drumming down On the tub floor
After a moment You step in Absorbing the warmth Embraced by the pattering droplets Soothed by the simplest of things Eased into a sense of safety Naked, yet somehow, Never more clothed and protected
Inaudibly, rivers run Down your cheeks To your chin To the floor Crouching, close to the ground From whence your ancestors came Longing to claim you
Too afraid to stop To turn it off To emerge into the open air Yet Flesh turning pink Like that of a kittens nose Signals you it is time To cool down
Slowly, carefully Standing One last moment in embrace Caressed by the water Then Going through the motions...