From Bath To Bed

Ever take a shower that you simply can’t get out of and the water soaks like feathers from the plumes of healing doves and your nose creates a puddle from the water streaming soft and you should just stop the flow grab a towel and dry off but the water keeps on flowing and you think of other things and before you can take notice warmth collects in golden rings and your body’s sitting trailside with its dreams and with its hopes and your mouth just keeps on laughing from a day of painting slopes and you wonder why you’re laughing as you stand there in the tub yet you cannot wonder too much as your brain has turned to dub and all the things you’ve done, indeed, and others that you’ll do are just a few wild notions in your ever-growing zoo you might find time to question how you write inside the bath until with pen and abacus you seek the perfect math but then your thoughts they up and wander to your bed and how it waits its plush and down and curly Qs and blankets stacked on sheets so off the water goes, you knew it had to happen, maybe - and as you sink all you can think is you’ve found heaven, baby.