Ceramic tub
lapses time
like a sweet merry-go-round.
Nurturing hands
cast around me
feel like a sweet
death’s coffin,
cocooning my bad thoughts,
flourishing into richness.
Steam fogs, clouded mind
dissolves.
muscle relaxes
after tensing periods
within a day’s time.
Drain the tub
and escape into
the king’s
wardrobe
made of fine silk.
My body whispers
itself into moving,
feeling lighter than ever.
I clear a space on the mirror
big enough to see my
large, framed smile
that ensures the
truth behind my tranquility.
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I like your style. Pleasure to read you!
Thank you dearly. I write right from the soul, so I write in ways that don’t always seem right. 🙂