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the tub affair.





this morning
      I had a love affair
with the hot water tap
from the tub faucet.


it tumbled in torrents
     as I eagerly basked in its warmth-
       magnetic streams
flowing over me.


delirious from pain,
and tired from muscle relaxants
      I wished away
life's entirety
of strain-


worshipped the heat,
payed homage to
  its purity.


blue
and electric,
spun into fumes
I stayed



till the warmth turned to cold.







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parts of this I like more than others. I'm not too fond of the last line though.
Written October 26th, 2005

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  • Night Hope gold member
    October 26, 2005
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    '...worshipped the heat, payed homage to its purity...' I understand this one, if only because my late Sweetheart took unbelievably hot baths...He'd had a broken back, & the heat was almost the only relief he could get...he used to fall asleep in the tub, & our kitty would go in & pat his face until he woke up...Wish I could soak my neck without drowning... I like it, Lea...it's intense & filled with clarity of the senses...I'm glad it made you feel better, albeit temporarily... Wanda


  • Axelle Black
    October 26, 2005
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    Makes me think of what we're learning in Chemistry right now. Heat energy. Molar heat. Heat capacity. Endothermic and exothermic reactions. In this case, the reaction for you was endothermic; you took in the heat from the water. Blah whatever. Just a little mental exercise crap. But I like this. I kind of knew what to expect with the title too. And that "love affair" would appear in the poem. In a way. And you also made me think of Plath. In The Bell Jar, taking a bath is her way to purify herself. Anyway. I love the second and fifth stanzas. And the ending is really not bad. Good poem.