MY YEARNING

You carry unknown variance  
On every inch of skin and hair-  
The entropy of circumstance  
Contaminates your borders bare  

To help restore purity lost  
You open up the metal gate  
Call forth the flow and step across  
Porcelain threshold- liquid date  
 
Your assets all hold in respect  
The heat and solvency of steam  
Something is missing- hand collects  
A waxen bar that smells like dreams  
 
To slide across your every curve  
A train of bubbles fragrant flower-  
I cannot help but yearn to serve  
You as the soap in your shower