a touch-up of color

CHANGEinWAVESCHANGEinWAVES Posts: 10,169
edited April 2009 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Water runs
steaming hot
strawberry sent
in her hands
sudsing massage
of bubbles

Close the eyes
leaning back
downpour of
tiny drops

Vibrant pink
bubbles run over
milky white flesh
beyond the shoulders
past the knees
and tiny bands of silver

Finally
surrounding
toes that are painted
the deepest shade of blue
she could find.
"I'm not present, I'm a drug that makes you dream"
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