An Evening Shower

Have you ever sat down on the floor of your shower

Head down, consuming the heat and the steam

Dancing droplets slowly get louder

The sensation feels nothing short of a dream

My lips release music, vibrato so smooth

A melody behind a white curtain

The echos consuming the steam filled room

A listening ear, I’m not certain

I lay back and tap dance the delicate stream

The room changes shape and design

A formerly gravitated system of things

Suddenly shift and align

A coolness breathes over my face as I rest

The scent of the coconut hair

Everything cleaned, there is nothing left

For moments I’ll still lay there

 

 

 

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