Oh how I love a scalding hot shower.
not a cool spring,
but lava,
burning its way down,
brightening her pale skin
to match its burnished red,
flowing down her neck -
weary of holding her head high,
washing over stiff shoulders -
knotted from the weight she carries alone,
down her back,
the curve of her hips,
legs,
and feet,
before gathering in a shallow pool
to make its way
back to earth.
Her tension dissolves
with the heat
as she towels off
and steps into a new day,
released.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-03-30 at 18:46
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Burnished
Her shower head rains,not a cool spring,
but lava,
burning its way down,
brightening her pale skin
to match its burnished red,
flowing down her neck -
weary of holding her head high,
washing over stiff shoulders -
knotted from the weight she carries alone,
down her back,
the curve of her hips,
legs,
and feet,
before gathering in a shallow pool
to make its way
back to earth.
Her tension dissolves
with the heat
as she towels off
and steps into a new day,
released.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-03-30 at 18:46
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