SHOWER FANTASY

The sun dawns on a perfect day -  
when my flat neighbours are away.  
No need to draw the shower screen -  
none here who might call me obscene,  
when only viewer will be God,  
who created the human bod.  

I can leave the window open  
on my bathroom as I wetten  
my upright, naked, whole body,  
feeling the cool breeze touching me  
same time as hot water pours down  
on my head haired greying brown,  
my shoulders, torso, legs and butt,  
as eyes take in the floral glut  
in which my garden's coming out,  
creation's most exultant shout  
proclaiming the approach of spring  
when fancy thoughts turn to loving.  
 
My mind brief wanders thinking how,  
if future love could see me now,  
would she be stopping to admire  
the sight, and conceive a desire,  
of the fruits of my keeping fit  
in body happy without kit,  
with still holdable-in belly  
and limbs that are still quite sturdy.  
 
I alter the temperature  
to set the water to cooler  
to create what would be my dream -  
showering under mountain stream,  
its perpetual water fall  
crashing upon me over all,  
while she watches from the stream side,  
face smiling with a lover's pride,  
herself undressing demurely  
to jump under the stream to me....  
 
When shower's over I step out,  
walk to the window, look about  
the local world's wide horizon  
in relaxed awe, wet, nothing on,  
then I turn toward the mirror,  
calmly towel dry my  figure  
while I hear birds sing, insects buzz,  
as I rub skin and body fuzz,