Wednesday, September 17, 2014

(Bathtub diaries).


Legs strewn around 
The bathroom strangely lit
Hanging from the shower rod
Chomping at the bit

Love lost in the underground
Never fakes the fit
The warmth pervades
The warmth, it makes me sit

The drops unknown
To you or me or...quit
If only life goes on my dear
Then that would be all over it

What do I say
What do I mean 
What meaning fills
The in between.



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