In the shower

In the shower

With warm water

Washing yesterday’s

Dreams away

Rinsing the sour taste

Of morning out of tired skin

Smoothing away the creases

Cleansing is a ritual

It is better not to miss

I talk out loud

Even as water runs

Into my open mouth

Rambling on

Softly soaping

Gently kneading

Niggling aches

Relishing the moment

Of a kiss

A trickle of sweat

On the tip of your nose

We made love

In a sauna

Steampunk ambience

In a box room

Cedar and Pine

The smell of outdoors

Walking together

By Hampstead Ponds

Where once, we swam

I feel the weight of

Your hand on my arm

The smell of freshly washed hair

Lavender

An essential

Burning at midnight

I keep talking

Laughing

It feels so right

To unburden

The weight of life

As we used to do

And somewhere

In the way down

Where truth lies

I am sure

I can still hear you

Whisper

A reply.