It is
my refuge
a place
so inviting
filled with scents
lavender and lotions
strip off the day
dip a pink painted toe
to test the waters
enveloped in warmth
like a mothers hug
eyes closed
imagining I am far away
floating in turquoise seas
hot sun beating down
only the frost lacing the windowpane
knows my true location
I write your name in the steam
and smile
Ideas flow through me
drunk with possibilities
though not a drop
has touched my ruby red lips
kicking playfully
like a child in a puddle
Hemingway lies unopened
He too content to just be
for now

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