when she takes
a bath
it's a cosmic
journey.
candles are lit,
the lights
are dimmed,
music is played.
a glass of
wine is poured
as the bubbles
rise
in the steamy
tub. a book
of poetry or two
are brought
in, a romantic
novel. clean towels
are fluffed
and folded
nearby. a pumice
stone, a razor
and a small
mirror sits
on the porcelain
edge. fragrant
soaps and lotions.
lemons
and limes abound.
vanilla too.
then the door
closes
and she's gone
for hours
at a time.
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