More Naked – More Alive

Water pressure has eased from years ago.
Spray still fine, less needles – more massaging,
caresses her body, bared for no one
except herself.  She feels vulnerable,
exposed while hidden behind the curtain;
she smiles, entertained that she feels more
naked standing beneath the hot shower
than when she baths in the big pink bathtub.

Gone is the cold contrast of hard tile,
the subtly of beige stone replaced now
with smooth, bright, clean white walls – they surround her,
allowing imagination to paint
the sensations, her skin feels more alive,
anticipates her lover’s touch – someday…