Ode to My Shower

Stepping onto the cool, smooth tiles, Into the long exhaled sigh of day’s end Is to melt into relaxation, a calm And quiet embrace. Soft fingers tickling My shoulders, rivulets of warmth flowing Over and down, slurped up by world-weary Skin. A holy communion of solid & liquid, The perfect unguent for restoring my Shriveled … More Ode to My Shower

Thunderstorming

The sky opens up, a wet cut spilling it’s warm fluid. Inside, I watch the windows fog over, tracing absent hearts with melancholy fingertips. ***** Shared on dVerse Poets Pub, an online space where poets share their work and support each other. Today’s prompt: the dog days of summer.