Bathtub

Turquoise ceramic bathtub
Washes water over me
Stream screen-like,

The smell of the shampoo
For All Hair Types,
Rinses the last traces of you away.

And I can't tell the water
Hot from cold.
Only feel

The odour of our touch
Become steam rise,
Mottled-effervescence,

Pointillist dream,
Light movement,
Against tranquil clay.