ILLUSION 12.07.02 Insulation, Poetry

Insulation by Christy Hill Water is thunder against porcelain I slip into tub, sit in inches Let it rise around me Cup it to my face, splash Steam rises, fills the room Rivulets run down misted mirrors. Puddles spread across the bathtub rim Cole laps a hundred milk saucers Lets them disappear in front of him Watches desert-like Illusion, stares hungry Waterways flow, Warmth forms currents Gentle rhythms ease my exhaustion Heat ripples across nakedness I Lie back, spit water across tiles Let it pour down around me Lick chlorine lips, drink thirstily Beads collect Stream along knees Ravines pour down shins Warmth radiates Spreads over limbs I lie motionless, soothe aching muscles Let go of a fitful mind. Act perfectly weightless, relax Roaring silence, insulates Cushions the outside world.