The Bath

I float silently in the warm water Consumed by my own thoughts and feelings I shift my body and my skin is exposed to the air The soft suds gliding over one shoulder Forging a path of fragrant ecstasy down my bare arm My head leans back against the porcelain edge Hair slicked back, the edges drifting in the fragrant water The water shifts as my chest rises then falls with every humid breath The steady drip from my fingers to the tiled floor sooths me My knees break the surface of the water And my feet come to rest on the lip of the tub Foam around me swirls back into place Bubbles seeming to form pictures of memories lost Memories haunting me seemingly everywhere I look The gleaming white tiles and the mist covered mirror mock me Your there, with the reaction in your eyes My spirit and body grow restless My lids close, blocking out the reminders Auburn lashes fanned out on freckled cheeks becoming as wet as the body beneath the water As the lids lift, blue-grey eyes stare into empty space And salty tears coarse down damp cheeks Dripping slowly into the sudsy depths