Marianna

London life is a show
Taps are slow
Water pressure problems
Low flow

The new white bathroom
A cold sight
Hot water trickles
The view of the bath is fickle

I want bubbles
The bath to be filled
To climb in with you
A hearty homely view

So, I can insist and carry pans of water
For quite a while
Collecting hot water
You watch and reconcile

This madness
I confess
It could be fun
To use a bath that has been useless

Those bubbles overflow
Like a winters dream, in contrast
A floor of snow
We tickle and tumble

The memory remains
As the luke warm water drains
The love made
The bubbles burst
Shine on the porcelain fades

I love you.