In the bathtub

In the bathtub, out on a limb of anxiety.
Woman in the room, in the soap, in the water,
in a cataclysmic thought process,
shrivelling and soaking it up.
How does one have an affair?
There is nothing to have the affair from.
No contract, no wedding ring,
no sighs or passions of midnights.
How does one leave a place they've never been?

Maybe he didn't make a promise, she thinks,
but I will surely love him always.
And there was that pause in the waters,
as the 'L' word slipped between the suds
and her freckled ankles, catching her,
saying, Don't go any further in!
Maybe he didn't make a promise, she thinks,
but I know he loves me just as deeply.

There would be no understanding.
The younger man was drawn to her eyes,
her blossoming lips, her lover's tongue,
quirky woman who verged on loneliness.
The younger man is easily swept away,
in confusion, by her swallowing words.
The older man, being the other old soul,
feels her heart beating in the pages.
He glides in the waves of poetry.

But how do you flatter a man?
How do you hold ego to your heart?
Does one simply say, You are quite muscular.
Or perhaps, Your intelligence is so keen.
A woman can be bought if you tell her
of her desirable mind, her undeniable beauty.
But approach a man's soul,
and one might drown in the voiding seas.

Reviews

[robert harris jr]

this a very nice poem /i only know that sometimes we choke i'll selves cutting off circulation from our heart to be happy to win the first place prize well sacrifice everything sometimes

[Sandra K]

Intresting. I see the diffent point of views, in age, and sex.

I like it.


Sandra K!

[thecoolone52]

ohh a good prespective on men and women.... theres some dirty girls out there though... hahaha its not all our fault... anyway sweet write