Shower Fantasies

In that comfortable nakedness

As one stands under a shower

Skin is kissed and caressed

Mind soothed by string of drops

There flows another stream

Of random uninvited thoughts

From profound to innocuous

Sleazy to innocent

And lofty to cheap

Musings arrive, without any bar

One cruises from one to another

With ease of lathered slippery skin

Eyes half closed avoiding soap

One forgets eventually, where they are

Call it fantasising

Or a philosophical trance

Much transpires and a lot is revealed

Between those claustrophobic confining walls

May be it’s flowing water, that’s liberating

Falling more so