Tonight

bringing her

the scented candle

as she lays in the

antique bathtub

I sneak a peak

at her flesh

from toes to top

after 20 years

 I am still

a hungry lover of her goods

she thanks me

for the flame

as I turn to close the door

and make my way

to the stereo

where I turn up her favorite song:

Up

On

Cripple

Creek

and from

behind the closed door

I hear her

singing along

and I wish

I was bathwater

or at least a bubble

just to be closer to her

as she shaves her legs

in the soapy hot water

alone and quite pleased with her life

 and as the mirror fogs up slowly

her flesh becomes smoother

while I sit out here

alone

waiting for her to arrive

in gorgeous purple robe

(in which she looks like royalty)

skipping past me

smelling like heaven

and driving me

wild

and so now

in the bedroom

as she changes into

those adorable pajamas

I sit back in my chair

and if I had a pipe

this would be the perfect moment

to light it up

relaxed and ready

for whatever may come from

a relaxing bath

on a Thursday night