Owls and Orchids

 

 

The steam rose in thick towers

Spiralling towards the ceiling

The delightful scents of rose, jasmine and bergamot

Carried upwards with the spiralling steam

One slender leg reached forward

Gently touching the water

Before easing completely under the surface

Quickly followed by the other

As she stepped fully into the bath

Slipping down under the water

The billowing clouds hiding her from sight

A soft sigh of contentment was heard

From slightly parted lips

Hair piled high upon her head

She laid back upon a thick fluffy towel

Water swirling around her chin

Sent more steam and the pleasant scents

To enfold her head in dreams of perfumed gardens

Eyes closed in contented bliss

She lay enveloped in the warmth

All her cares and worries carried away

In the rising steam

Leaving only peaceful dreams

Of perfumed pleasure

Beneath the talented hands of the masseur

Who had softly kneaded her flesh

Into pliant submission

Released all tension and cares

Until she floated quietly into this room

To soak in solitary peace

The oils, warm water and soaps

Combined to lull her almost to sleep

The quiet presence of the attendant

Broke her reverie

And she rose midst yet more steam

To reach for the huge thick towel

Her dream put aside for a time

Until she returned once more.

Blessings, Susan ♥

© Susan Jamieson 2014