she was the bubble bath
i soaked in, suds tickling
nose, immersion ---
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g
tension til that same sooth-
ing warmth grew cold
in careless complacence
gurgling slowly
through the small steel grate
sucking for that last bit
of air---
leaving only
a ring, around the tub,
and ten wrinkled toes.
10DOM
Excellent. I love that you attacked the muse with poetry, showing us how effective it can be. I hope you share these on OSW.
ReplyDeletenot sure if i want to give away my secret hiding place patti...ha...i like keeping this one small...
ReplyDeleteWhat? No post-bath pedicure?
ReplyDeleteNeptune's a bitch.
agh - this makes me feel sad...it all started so good..and now i can't get those ten wrinkled toes out of my head..
ReplyDeleteWow different to the other one. Having a few mood swings are we? Wish I had a bath big enough to get wrinkled toes.
ReplyDeleteAlter ego, indeed.
ReplyDeleteI hope you don't mind my visiting...
;)
Too often what starts out warm grows cold!
ReplyDeletebubbles...warmth, wrinkled toes....I think Im going for a bath right now ;)
ReplyDeleteIt is interesting how life turns out sometimes with the wonderfulness and newness making us miss what lies beneath. Also maybe the wrinkled toes have something to do with age and growing wiser or it could just be a bubble bath :)
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