Poetry by Jeff Green


An addiction

by cricketjeff on April 9, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

The feeling when at first I settle in
And as I settle back I gasp for air
Then the relaxation can begin
I close my eyes and dream that you are there

With my toes I add a bit more hot
And then my dreams are getting hotter too
In this special place where time is not
I know the warmth I feel is really you

A bar of soap, and shampoo for my hair
It isn’t just the place I come to dream
It would be rather different were you there
A vision just emerging from the steam

A wrinkled prune at last I pull the plug
A nice hot bath, for me the perfect drug!