Soaking in bath,

en-wombed by water.

Your present scents the soft damp,

gentle-reminiscence.

Raspberry soap a-swirl with latte foams

shoulders, breasts.

In your white tiled room, I lie papoosed

by swaddling warm -

for you have gone to reprovision.

Lock the door, Love,

let no-one enter unwelcome -

no,

not ever, again.