Beneath shower head, the most reliable of silver clouds, I am the inverse lining, the beating heart and core.
Shower water comes as perfect rain, warm and steady, awakening my skin in all the right ways.
The shower comes as the warmest of summer rain, and with eyes closed, I am naked beneath the wide sky.
In the square of golden rock the shower water runs free and easy. I wish I could stay there all day in its cocoon, but the day awaits.
In the shower the water comes as a soothing cascade, as if I am within arms that flow and hug so gently.
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