I submerge into the warm,
Deep, watery cradle
Steam swirls its tendrils
Through my hair; about my face.
Cascades of round bursts of scent
Wipe stress and tensions
With a delicate touch
And slight of hand.
The glass door
Secures this womb
Where all sound
Seems far away; muted.
A skylight in the ceiling
Showers diffused natural light
I accept it rejoicing
With open arms.
Thoughts and words
Swim the ripples about me,
I look up and think
That this would be an excellent
Vantage point for a meteor shower
A glass of wine
A plate of candles
Soft music
Perfect for
Pondering a
Celestial
Ballet
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