I stand
In the morning.
The water careens off my skin
Cleansed
Purified
body.
I sit right down
And it pelts me
Sliding like liquid hands,
down my back
around my neck.
Liquid fingers,
Life,
Caresses
my chest,
this
daily pleasure.
The kettle bubbles
as I rinse the bubbles from my hair.
I cannot stop
Grinning
My soul,
once held captive
is set free
by the water.
I sink down
in the cool tub,
and I am renewed.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 7:54 AM UTC
I stand
In the morning.
The water careens off my skin
Cleansed
Purified
body.
I sit right down
And it pelts me
Sliding like liquid hands,
down my back
around my neck.
Liquid fingers,
Life,
Caresses
my chest,
this
daily pleasure.
The kettle bubbles
as I rinse the bubbles from my hair.
I cannot stop
Grinning
My soul,
once held captive
is set free
by the water.
I sink down
in the cool tub,
and I am renewed.
