delicate

i know you like to take shallow soapy baths
filled with whole flowers you picked from the garden
petals spread out like fireworks and stick to your silk skin
you like it when i sit on the tiled floor next to you
sometimes you sing quiet love songs to me
my clothes get wet when you reach a thin arm over the tub
to smooth over my cheek and smile
our bathroom is pure white
but the afternoon sun washes everything in pale yellow
it feels like home
your hair only damp at the bottom
curl so beautifully around your soft eyes
pink lips like a bow curve at me
and you glow