a chronicle of showers

he who likes it
cold in the mornings
warm in the evenings
and never too hot

he who likes it
super hot
followed directly by
super cold
in the mornings

he who likes it
buckets after buckets
of cold water
splashed down the back
and all over the bathroom walls

he who likes it
lukewarm
a delicate mixture of
freshly boiled water
with a dose of spring water

he who likes it
coming in plenty
a tub full of hot water
with incense sticks burning
by the side
in the evenings

to he who likes it
steaming hot
fogging all the mirrors
and glass doors
watching steams seeping out
under the door

a chronicle of showers...

and love
is apparent
through the smallest details