Bath

Outside is nowhere near us, the hot bath

several steps from the crisp sheets warm

with post-bath self walked into evening

I love alone time next to you all safe

unsorrowful as sweet ingredients

come to life from the menu. 

We hunger for aroma as the treasure 

of home cooked innocence if it exists.

I think privately of course I whisper 

to you as though you were within 

the same lifetime nearly quiet beneath my speech 

informed by accents I have sponged all day 

while walking in the city singing as the impulse moves  

I view art deco and echo deco in this feat 

of human cohabitation friendly with smiling speech 

always hearing others not be other than just one.

Here I am I say and here we are together 

gathering moments that change us into frolicsome 

accompaniments to the ubiquitous carved stone and glass.