159. Bubbles
I pour my hands into a bath. From a long day without rest, The ease of reason to indulge A premiere soap for a cleanse, Holy enough to be wrapped by clouds A blessing befallen from the heavens, The light gives out to me reaching for a hand, But these fingers of mine only slip pass. A firm, yet fierce grip eats at mine. Silly ole huffs gives size to your heart, But a pop blows as a vanishing act. I allow a splash to paint itself on mine. I feel this heart of mine, A soft, yet gentle, Squish