Bath

Flick
Up the tap

Water gushes
Sound is sharp with promise
As the thick
Water
Cascades,

Line
Along the bath side,
Sweet candles
And let magic potion
Foster bubble children

At last the time has come

Pat
Down the tap

Flow ceases
And the sweet aromas
Spiral upwards
As
Bare skin meets the foam

And then creak
Sore muscles gently downwards
To sit upon the throne
Then ease back to rest your head

Eyes shut
Absorb the night-time
The candles flicker in the stillness
Dancing orange ladies
And black shadow men

And lie still
For that much longer
Until, ready, you rise

Arch
To pull the plug

And stand
A myriad of waterfalls
Cascading bathtimes secrets
And sentiments
And peace

Then lean close
And whisper out one candle
Drape wrist to find the towel
And step from sanctum
To collapse to the floor

Sit
In your towel
Wrapped in tumbles

And wait all alone there
Breathing in sweet steam

Then from the silence
Disaster
Plughole screams
To raping candles

And fogged glasses are put on
To see the world

For what it is.