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Dirty Bath Water

Laying in the bathtub trying to forget what I can't change. The sins of yesterday still taint what's supposed to be cleansing me.

Soaking, I wonder if tomorrow will be better, if tomorrow will be different.

Maybe tomorrow I'll be cleaner.

The bubbles are made of your choices, & your desires are the soap that slides along my scarred & tired body.

Tonight. I lay in the swirling bath of the life you've poured for us.

I try to wash away your sins, scrubbing harder so that somehow I may leave room for the potential I know you have.

Maybe tomorrow I'll be cleaner.

I dream of days where the bubbles may pop & fill the air with wonder, & the soap may be sensual instead of some kind of cleansing ritual.

Scrubbing scrubbing, scrub a little harder, scrub a little longer:

Maybe if you can't change, I'll become someone new.

Tonight, I wash you off of me, watching as our lives swirl down the drain. The stain of your lies rings the rim of my tub like maybe they're stuck here instead of to me this time. If I make this water deeper, will I still feel so blue?

Maybe tomorrow I'll be cleaner; maybe I'll be someone new.

-kalika

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Dirty Bath Water (spoken word)

Laying in the bathtub trying to forget what I can’t change. The sins of yesterday still taint what’s supposed to be cleansing me. Soaking,

Litmus Test

insurmountable mountains proved moveable on that summer day in July; the world was born to be beautiful, and excellence glazed over the sky.

I ‘stumbled’ into a doubtless morning; the air was crisp and clean, as if the sun rays dared blanket all that my eyes had ever seen.

the clouds whispered in their lover’s ears; and the birds played my favorite song, as I laid there ever-so quietly learning to hum along.

the sunshine kissed your stomach sweetly as the bees went shopping for new trees; and suddenly for a moment, I became who I wanted to be.

our laughter ‘slipped’ harmoniously in tune with nature’s pitch, seducing the trees to dance in windy rhythms; and once again, the world was rich.

I felt the ‘plunge’ of a joyous thrill overwhelm me as I tucked my head into your arms. musing ‘mellow’ and melting ‘yellow,’ my soul bubbled delightfully in your wild skylit warmth.

you ‘sprang’ and ‘spilled’ a wonderland under the love of bright sun beams; as I gazed down at your body, sweat ‘drops’ of dew began to bead;

and down into a land of day lit dreams, I serendipitously ‘fell,’ as they boldly glistened and gleamed lilting a tale they knew oh so well.

they chimed a melody that happily embraced the wishes of rainbows and wind; for these prismatic, dome ‘window panes’ contained all the keys to life’s origins.

they made oasis waves ripple across space, and time came to an end; now, I reminisce about those days in hopes to once again transcend.

Looking back…

I have a rather suspicious guess when I ponder about that lovely whimsical day

that I would have failed a ‘litmus test’ for true love’s kiss had never before done me quite that way.

-kalika

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Litmus Test (spoken word)

insurmountable mountains proved moveable on that summer day in July; the world was born to be beautiful, and excellence glazed over the sky

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