Steam Bath Thoughts

it is hazy, inside there are clouds
hanging on the ceiling,

lots of steam in here,
and it is here that i find what i want

love seems to be
not what i want anymore

it is hazy, but i find it here
it is hot and steamy and it makes me forget

what i am and who you are.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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