bath
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I write a lot of my poems from my bathtub floor
Soaking up sadness til the water gets cold
Til my silence grows old
Til my tears meet the water
And the stanzas are told
You can’t burn some memories
Fire becomes them
Til they darken like ash
Blowing in the smoke she exhales
But do not breathe them in
Do not step in the ash
Or the flames for that matter
In high vaulted walls,
the steam does curl
and in another world,
I lie submerged
The delicate brush
of velvet warmth
Bath the queen the traditional way
Time made to bath
Dwelling in riches
Lost paradise
Enchanted petals
Power Magnified
Sweet champagne sipped in bliss
Cellulose sponge dribbling warmth down my back
Silence;
was a man i once ‘loved’
he said he lived in the bath
that perhaps
if i held my head
below water
Summer sun rises,
Bobbing above the water.
It fizzes and turns, letting the most beautiful shades of lemon and tangerine engulf its surroundings.
I bask in its citrus sent.
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My head hurts.
My bag is heavy.
I feel it pull my shoulders down
to my aching feet; To the ground.
My back, oh my back.
The brisk wind slaps me.
My bones ache.
My body stiff against the attack.
