Tub
Love,
I want it to pour all over me.
Instead
Here I lay,
exposed, vulnerable, embittered
NAKED
locked away from the world
In my bathtub
Closing my eyes, before the water pours over my head.
Inhaling before the water envelops me
Toes curling the porcelain edge
Wondering,
Do I even have it in me again?
To love, to open yourself up,
to the great above.
Can you really wash away, and forget, all your past dismay?
Should I let in Love?
The kind that
would pour all over me,
Like the
cat who stretches out, unafraid.
Purring, drinking in, the golden sunbeam it calls home.
Love,
The kind that cascades
Through my hair, gracefully trickling over my eyes.
Dripping down the nape of my neck,
Kissing my chest
Making me sigh.
The comfortable kind, where you can just be.
Be yourself,
SIMPLY happy.
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
If I could just freeze frame this moment,
and it would be real.
Not just fleeting, you know when the water just ends up being cold. Making you shiver.
But no,
I want to feel real LOVE, pour into my heart,
lifting me up, bringing out the best in me
Cleansing my soul.
For, I do not wish to be this bitter girl anymore.
LOVE
Drip,
Drip
Drip
Drop
Your thoughts, grow intensely
when your thinking deeply about troublesome Love.
Sooner or later the bubbles in the bath pop,
And you realize, no matter what enough will never be enough
and you haven't given up.
There is a point, where you just have to know when to get right back into the tub. Just
lean back, and close your eyes. Let the steam rise. Feel your hair stick to your face,
just have faith. That love will pour all over you,
If you are not afraid.
Love is a journey, love is a surprise, love is heartache, and love is divine.
Copyright © Laura Hew | Year Posted 2009
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