Following Composed Lines

Fresh from the shower
towel wrapped
around the abdomen
so tempted
to play hooky
and linger
between the lines
of scintillating ink
filling my mind
and plumping me
with heady ideas
stirring a commotion
where it hangs
producing a tonic
that will pump
to the surface
obedient
to every instruction
detailed
to do you
like you need...

A pained call,
escapes
do you hear your name
in the faint distance?

But morning chaos,
rarely provides
the essential moments
required
for such relief.