Like steam; loneliness.
Swirling, foggy, moist.
Lingering in the tub alone
a tender, romantic, yearning.
Turn down the hot,
slow bubbling thoughts,
finally steam recedes; light gathers.
In the stillness fog dissipates.
Naked and alone, observing,
warmth moving with invisible strength;
merging out, like waves,
Alone yet not yearning; fluidity,
a formless, transparent window.
Clear water, invisible yet complete,
warmth and light carried effortlessly
never asking another to fill,
lift or yield.
Filtered sunlight, tepid pools
merge into sheltered darkness and
cold flowing, silently infiltrating
Loneliness, partial and yearning
now whole, offered and released
Pure, formless, flowing outward
ever returning, circling and surging.