I am down on bed
My eyelashes are glues
My papillae are venoms
My throat is sandy
***
A glass of water is but a spit
Washing my face isn’t effective
My glues are strong
And my fatigue is sturdy
***
Shower can be a miracle
Its sweet touch
falling down my skin
Isn’t just effusive
It’s made for waking soul up
***
Its hand on my hair
Is so companionate
That, afterwards
I have a compassionate eye on my body
***
A full shower is but luscious
The air is hot
It’s a refreshing syrup
The weather is on fire
but on my torrid brain
There is a tasteful ice cream
Nurturing my nerves
***
A full shower is a hot tea
When outside is frozen
Hot shower is like hugs and cuddles
The longer the tastier
***
Music on
Body
shimmying
Any season
Showering moment is my time
***
There’s no wasting energy yelling
I’m in for good
I cannot run with eyes close
I cannot rush, I’m enchanted
***
I’m not a fishy weirdo
My mind just flies under a shower
Sometimes, time as well
once I’m done
I’m up for a long day though
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I love it! There's nothing quite like a good, long, hot shower 🖤