Spa-Shadow

The handy alarm sounds at 5:30 am

At the last repeating time I get up

Tie my long hair back

And head for the pleasant warm

Water flow

In the glass-cubicled shower.

My thoughts plainly physical

A stronger flow adjusted

To wake my senses

Entice my penal wake:

I’m alive with 79.

There’s self pleasing and

Body awareness

There’s but one thing:

No human warmth yet in

Intimacy.

Some people talk about the

Spa-shadow

Indicating a love interest

They have experienced

Or heard about

In the course of a treatment.

Well.

Most men fantasize about

A therapist they feel drawn to

A woman who carries herself

With a friendly demeanor

But also who radiates the warmth

Of a caring heart.

Where is she?

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’19.

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