Interlocking
bubble cells
glassily moist,
bright rainbow-hued.
Remnants of just-used
sensual Bath-soak,
clingily trying
to hide some
make-believe beehive.
Glistening last
good-bubbly-byes plastic
container-remains
fascinate me,
I lie and luxuriate,
placidly loosening up.
Bubble-time soap-play
makes my day.
The precious relaxing moment should always be savored to the fullest. A poet friend//RH Peat