Bath

And as the 
water starts and 
begins to fill
at first splashing 
and then flowing 
I hear you 
behind me popping 
the cork pouring 
and quickly undressing 
and I too
as you slowly 
slide in first 
sighing at warmth 
and watching me 
as I join 
with the zeal 
of a child 
slipping his letter 
addressed to Santa 
into its envelope