31 October 2012
Bubbles bubbles in my bath.
I blow on them, them make me laugh.
They fly up high above my head.
I lean back into my bubbly bed.
Candle flickering beside the tub.
To wash my self, to rub and rub.
I feel so good to feel my self.
To look into the mirror on the shelf.
And see my self in all my entirety, no clothes, no makeup, hair loose, no pretending.
The water around me, touching me tenderly.
The warmth of it is very friendly.
The way it moves my body is nice.
The fingers that in my baths are the spice.
Bathtime • Opuss № I