.
steam rising
off my damp skin,
bubble remnants
swirling around
bare knees

red wine heavy
on my tongue
sweating glass
clasped loosely
above the water

sweet citrus and spice
permeating my inhalation
while Tom Waits drones softly
through these thick walls
about the one that got away

my cat purring
quietly
on the bathroom rug
reminds me a little
of the grinding of that buzzsaw

sweat tickles my neck as it trickles out
from under my damp hair
the sound of the water moving
reminds me
of tinkling windchimes

thickly toweled wet
smooth black cotton
against clean skin,
relaxed, moving slowly
and finally breathing in