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bath salts
single malt
a mouth of candles crown
                        the tub
                  the body
                     from spilling out
             into the cold surround

the brimming sill
    capsize the moat
         foam disgorges in a luppy spawn...

doff your gown
           your own company ?
pour sacredly
to drown
                                        ­                 - 'Chin-chin'
crystal cubed ice afloat
cast anchor your vote
Coffee and muffin on a Saturday outing by yourself
Cuddles on a winter day with no one but a blanket
Bubble bath and candles, in a dimly lit room
Reading on a rainy day

You don't always need others
To be happy
someone told me to write a happy poem so here
neth jones Nov 5
crowding the inner-ear
and clung

drum lightly
on the porcelain
'Tung - tung'
and its a simple world
peacefully distant
in a bathing bell

purse the breathing
an interspersed need for air
submerged ****
i lung for longer
with peace
i could
Traci Sims Oct 20
My muse is fickle at times,
Nagging me when I'm busy
Doing the real world,
Taking a bubble bath when I need her most...
v Oct 27
Nourish thy soul
with the rhythms in your mind
bounce back bounce front
thy rhythm of time

Nourish thy body
feeling the pulses yelling your name
they shout they ache they're calling your name

Nourish thy body
with the love that you know
Nourish thy body
make sure it stays warm

Nourish thy body
by feeding the soul
1 scoop 2 scoops its never too full

Nourish thy pain
the one that's eating you away
reminding it does not exist without calling your name
I used to wish I had a reason to feel so sad.
Maybe a death in the family or a traumatic injury, morbid as it sounds.
A reason to feel scared, and lost, and all at once a child begging for someone else to takeover for a while.
Crying in the bath is such a cliche but when you're underwater no one can ask what's wrong and be disappointed by the answer.
I don’t have a good enough reason to be sad, I’m only 23 and have an entire life to live but I feel like this is gonna be it, and every week is another long week and every day drags like it will never end.
I feel like I should talk to someone but I’m not sad enough, or I’m not rich enough, or I’m not desperate enough.
People say life finds a way and that it will all sort itself out, but right now in this bath it’s just me and my fears so life can wait a while.
Warming Her Pearls
by Michael R. Burch

for Beth

Warming her pearls, her *******
gleam like constellations.
Her belly is a bit rotund ...
she might have stepped out of a Rubens.

Published by Erosha, The Eclectic Muse, Muse Apprentice Guild, Nisqually Delta Review, Erbacce, Poetry Life & Times and Brief Poems. Keywords/Tags: warming, pearls, bath, *******, constellations, belly, rotund, Rubens, mrbsex, body, art, painting, ******, erotica, ****, ******, naked, flesh
Jenish Jun 9
the effulgent sun
dipping everyday in the
river of darkness.
what lose, burning him as fire?
what blame, he bathing away?
Sarah Pavlak May 25
Back in January seeds started flowing
From the balcony.

On Sunday we read
The poems of the deaf and
Watched the matches stumble
Drunkenly through the darkness.

In March my hips began to
Fill out like my mother’s.

A monsoon of bullet ants
Waged war along the perimeter of the bath.
I squashed three under my thumb.
Hide, I told them. I have dropped mercy off the edge of the hanging bridge.

In May the stars were soft,
The ants came back to bite me in my sleep.

I tried to clasp your nose to keep you warm
But all the heat had flown from our bodies.
Sacrifices were made along the way.
The ants, admittedly, least among them.
James Apr 24
The bath I drew, artificially pink
From the indulgent purchase I made
My naked body submerged in warmth
Into my mind I shall wade

I study my physical being
Every peak, cliff, and canyon
Sensation erupts from within
A lone soldier stands at attention

My mind wanders to lovers lost
The temptation reaches a fever
Hard breaths, an inner heat
Hold on tight as I pull the lever

My back arches, my toes curl
A wet gasp, then a quiet scream
My head dizzy in the aftermath
As I glance at what I now must clean
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