#outofwine
The house was quiet,
kid and spouse asleep.
I lit one candle,
a vanilla scent,
melting onto a pickle jar lid.
Moved the toys
Except of course
the squeaky yellow duck.
I filled the tub like a child.
Is there such a thing
as too many bubbles?
I sunk into the scalding bliss,
an ****** for the heart.
I soaked and sighed and giggled,
took a picture of foamy long legs,
and my toes painted red.
A perfect end
to a seemingly unending night
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC