Mmmmmmm...
Running this bath water
Anticipation
It's been a long hour
Painful how the air touches my skin
Even more painful how this truth rubs against my soul
The friction makes me cringe
and beg for fiction
And so I run this bath
Intending to stay as long as life lets me
Finally...
I turn the faucet off
These lies will do just fine
Dipping my leg into them
I feel the warmth
of my own fantasies caress my leg
oh
so gently..
But I'm starting to notice a catch...
The longer I stay in this tub of deceit
The more I
remain
stagnant.
I absolutely LOVE this poem!!! Unfortunately, I can relate all too well.
ReplyDeletelol. thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteWill be posting a poem a day all September. =)