Shower water comes as perfect rain, warm and steady, awakening my skin in all the right ways.
In the square of golden rock the shower water runs free and easy. I wish I could stay there all day in its cocoon, but the day awaits.
The shower comes as the warmest of summer rain, and with eyes closed, I am naked beneath the wide sky.
The shower water, hot and ample, is by far my favourite part of the day.
In the shower the water comes as a soothing cascade, as if I am within arms that flow and hug so gently.
Beneath shower head, the most reliable of silver clouds, I am the inverse lining, the beating heart and core.