The water trickles from one tap

blasts from the other; bubbles

build on one side only then

lonely, they meander over

to join the others fusing together

in oily kaleidoscopic clusters.

 

I lie beneath the clouds and steam

thrusting hands between slick

millions reflecting prickled surfaces

bouncing rainbows off porcelain

 

and try to clasp my hands together;

layers repelling vivid auras

bouncing crystal balls between.