A flowery fragrance
brings upon the wildest delight.
A melodic touch of pomegranate,
that serenades me in a rejuvenation.
The faucet creaks,
a waterfall is built anew,
forming a blanket of thick, murky fog.
The hot water cascades around my body,
creating a deluge that engulfs my spirit.
through the clouds that rise above me.
that my sins be washed away,
The mist blurs my vision.
I reach out to something that isn’t there,
but I know it exists.
I close my eyes,
and reach out to her.
If only she knew that I cared.
Her wet hair sticks to her back like honey,
I place my hands along her side,
to the edge of my existence.
If only she knew…
The water drips,
into a steady trickle,
like the saliva of a dog,
impulsively captivated by the scent of
I open eyes to the smell of citrus,
and the sting of reality.
The water stops,
and I stare at my trembling hands.