Beige shower curtains,
cover shy, naked body,
from peeping mirrors.
Showers and faucets,
change into cascades and streams,
on fingers' voodoo.
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- tighly entwined,
morn's quota of life.
--Pradeep Dhavakumar
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