Soothe

Its winter time and everything is harsh and grey

The air nips at my skin and everyone around me is beaten down as its cruel hand turns their lives into daily drudgery

I power walk from my office to the tram stop, and resentfully mark every minute passing as I stare down the place where I beg for my tram to arrive

Slumped over in my seat I ride the tram drifting between awake and then closing my eyes, entertaining the thought of falling asleep

The tram rattles and shakes violently all the way to the end of the line. I'm almost home

Turning the key to my apartment, it's warm and inviting inside

And there he is

And like magic colour seeps into my world, and I forget why I was tired and bitter

I tell him about my day and suddenly the past is re-written

What was once misery is now comedy, and monotony a pleasant routine

He wraps his arms around me and it feels like sinking into a warm bath

His silken skin like immersing myself in a pool of rich oils

I am where I should be, and everything is perfect as it is