Cream shower curtains,
cover shy, naked body,
from peeping mirrors.
Showers and faucets,
never speak or scream at once,
proper diplomats.
Green-apple shampoo,
Rosemary-lavender soap,
garden in the tub.
Lather on fingers,
unadorned plastic walls,
verses on my mind.
Ale of hot and cold,
truths and lies - tightly entwined,
morn's quota of life.
White cotton towels,
comforts the tearful body,
readies for sun's eyes.
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