My Lovely Bath
When the shadows fall
and solitude has found me,
my joy grows big like
the suds rising up as I
run the water for my bath.
Letting my hair down
I prop my head, reclining
in the liquid warmth.
With eyes closed, I see myself. . .
floating as my stress dissolves.
I alone decide
when to leave my lovely bath
and what next to do
as I linger tranquilly
in lavender’s sweet fragrance.
Written By Andrea Dietrich, 6/22/12
for the poetry contest of Yasmin Khan:
"Letting Your Hair Down"
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
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