Love in a Tub
Jasmine smoke assails my senses.
In scents, my soul is still.
Bubbles of juniper and thyme
wrap my body in warmth;
easing aches of yesterday’s labours.
Candle flickers;
dancing flame focuses the mind
on a single point of nothingness.
As I cleanse my whole,
thoughts turn to you;
the one who brought this to be;
the light,
the warmth,
the heady fragrance:
the love
in a tub.
Jane Sandford 