
Quiet days,
Hampered by a gloomy view
Looking out our ‘sunroom’ window.
But our lights shine from within
Do they not?


Quiet days,
Hampered by a gloomy view
Looking out our ‘sunroom’ window.
But our lights shine from within
Do they not?
What an odd name for fizzy pleasure.
Pink and blue makes purple
And white foamy bubbles.
Water not too hot
But quite hot enough.
A calming, clean scent
With a hint of slickness to oil my skin.
Escape.
Quiet escape.
A place to lie still
Until the water cools just enough
To warrant another torrent of hot H2O.
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