The Bath

The water invites with its tantalising scent
Of rose.
Wisps of steam coil languidly in the still warm air.
A cloud of bubbles floats, pristine and silent.
Toes slid through the cloud to meet the liquid heat below.
Slowly, slowly down
Into a delicious haven for two, a body slips.

She sits and waits, eyes closed against the truth.
A tear escapes to flee across her cheek.
The only place to rest her head this night
Is on the rim,
Its hardness emphasising the emptiness behind.

Best Friend

We meet so many on our path through life

Some become close and we call them friends.

We each are here to fulfil a need

A reason to join, a season to play.

Then at a point that is preordained

We slip apart, to journey on.

So who is the one we call Best Friend?

What makes the difference, how do we define

The addition of a word

That explodes the meaning?

Best friend – the one we love the most.

A love that’s pure.

A love that’s bright.

The Best, the only one we find

Who fits our soul, the twin we seek.

Connection

I see your picture on the screen,
I know you well.
I hear your voice across the air,
I know you well.
The jolt of recognition.
Where are you from?
A distant past no longer known.
How many lives have we between?
And now we stand and look and say,
I know you well.

Searching

A time is set, a place to meet.
Anticipation grows. Is this The One?
A glance, a smile, an awkward Hello.
The realisation grows that once again
This is not who I search for.
The meeting is pleasant.
We talk and we laugh
Knowing full well
We will permanently part.

Departure

As time to leave approaches

Prickles of pain begin to build

Into a dull ache.

Tears push to be spilt,

Held back only by force of will

Not to show the depth of feeling

That threatens to overwhelm.

And now, farewells are done.

The train has pulled away.

Alone, only now can pain be released

Yet still with control. A public place

Restricts full venting to silent tears.

An hour goes by, and still they flow.

Complete release will have to wait

Until safe in the family home

When, alone at last, the final

Shards can be extracted.

The soothing water of a lonely shower

Will help to heal the barrier again.

I wrote this poem on the train, in tears as it says, after spending a wonderful week with my lover. The whole experience was brilliant and I did not want to leave. I had a 5 hour journey and that was how long it took me to complete this piece.

Love

Love is hard

Love is unjust

Love screws your mind

Love betrays your trust

Love leaves you weak

Love causes pain

Love hits you hard

Love is a bane

Love makes you mad

Love twists the knife

Love makes you blue

Love’s too much strife

Love drives you mad

Love’s like hard rain

Love rips your guts

Love leaves you once again

How does it feel at the end of a relationship? This was how it felt to me especially during the first few weeks of painful abandonment to my emotions earlier last year.

Sharing

Bath, a traditional place for cleansing, both body and soul

With water and soap, followed by warm towels and sun-dried clothes.

Yet there is another bath that brings those souls that yearn together.

Sharing the intimacy of a steamy bath, scented with essential oils:

Lavendar, ylang ylang, geranium, rose. Those oils that suit the pair.

They sit together, back to chest, a head on the other's shoulder,

Legs and arms entwined, in candlelight with soft music.

No need for words; gentle carresses tell all that is to be said.

This is Sharing, the joining of the Two into Three, the Us that Is.


One of the pleasures of being in a relationship is sharing. Sharing a bath in this way is, in my experience, so relaxing yet erotic. It is an essential beginning to the journey of togetherness.