When I step into you
the water flowing
across my temples
seemingly drowns
all the anxieties
and tensions of the day,
stripping away the sweat
and tears that suffocate my skin.
I feel your warmth
from the tip
of my golden head
to the bottom of my toes
and everywhere in between.
Your silver stem shoots
into the air and glistens
in the golden hue
of my bathroom,
starkly contrasting
with the black leggings
and shirt I just took off,
just like that last star
you see in the night sky.
Your water slipping
in small amounts
into the creases of my lips
tastes like home and purity-
radiating
the same amount of warmth
as my morning tea.
As I reach for the lever
to warm you up even more,
I feel your smooth edges
surrounding my fingertips.
It’s as if I’m grasping the key
to a weekend getaway
home in my grateful palm.
I turn away from the stream of your warmth
to let you drench my back
and see droplets of your water hanging
onto the tips of my eyelashes
like the morning dew on lime green grass.
I breathe in your pure scent,
like that of steam room at the spa,
as I use my fingertips
to draw doodles on your glass door.
Your water is the fountain of youth
and I gratefully lap up each moment
like a cat does until the very last drop
of milk in their bowl remains.
