The perfumed steam rises around me
I try to just lay there
I don't want to think or feel
I sit immersed in your simulated touch
And all I think is how artificial it is
And feeling without you is a waste of time
All I feel is absence and longing
And sweet memories of a once beautiful time
Slowly slip down the defective drain
I move slightly, to scratch an itch
Or wipe a tear away
And the water ripples slightly across my skin
No bath or ocean can compare with your hands and arms
No mist will ever be as sweet as your lips
The obligations of cold reality
Drag my detached soul out of the water
I pull the stopper
And your touch is once again
Pulled away by uncontrollable forces
I dry off and replace your other substitute around my neck
My hands are still wrinkled
Like the memory of your embrace
That so stubbornly clings to my mind
But with my hair still damp
I'll try to face today
With whatever hidden strength I may have left
And 'one day someday soon' will be my anthem
I just hope it doesn't rain...
2-27-98
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