Meeting In The Bath



Sadness crept up on soft toes
and stood stock still,
watching the woman in the bath.
Head cocked in wistful envy,
it watched the water lap gently
at her breast.
Radiant under glowing candlelight,
she lay quiet in the warm water,
until it reached out and gently
folded her in its arms.

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