Cold water running in my veins

At least that’s what they say

I run the heat to hide my face

Re-energise the snails pace

A coffee, love, can hold me dear

But hot waters always running near

A quiet trickle, sliding through

My body’s always thanking you

I feel it washing over me

Through my hair and whilst below

My blood is pumping, vitality

My head is first to go

I need this clean vitality

For my mind, body & soul

The darkness washes over me

And down the down below

The water hot and steaming 

See it reddening my skin 

The pink it throbs and flourishes 

Seeing and feeling is not a sin 

I feel my brain is clearing

And my muscles closing in

A stretch from deep within myself

And I clear the thoughts of him

I live in clouds of distance 

Just existing over there

Sometimes it’s nice to disappear 

To the feelings most despair

The shower is a gift to me

A moment for reflection

A time to focus properly

Without an intervention

We take for granted little things

For life’s given pleasures

Are our saviours and our graces 

And given at our leisures.

by Sam Morris