Our shadows danced on the walls and frosted glass
The sweet scent of your blossom soap coasting from the bathroom into the bedroom
Lo-fi beats bumping through the speaker
You rested in the tub
Wine glass in hand
Lips full and parted
Like a pagan angel
© 2019 H Z Herrington
Tia Miller from Arkansas on October 19, 2019:
This is a beautiful poem and I could visualize what you were saying. I like it.
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on October 17, 2019:
You painted a relaxing picture of two...one enjoying the tub and one enjoying the essence he can see.
John Hansen from Queensland Australia on October 17, 2019:
Very visual. Good job.