Singing my heart out to Mysterious Power.
Bearing my soul in baths amplified by showers.
All relationships being equal minus sex…
Love is always love; sex, is where it redirects.
Sorted by duty, tension, absence & fondness…
By entendres & situational oddness.
One of four baths stacked; a little singles quartet.
We’re leaning on a nearly free vocal outlet.
It’s better than fighting & screaming in riots.
Some real tears committed to a tub of quiet.
Songs give perspective. Candle lit dark makes you whole.
We need release valves, lest doom & gloom take control.
L.B.Stowe 