White Tiles

Every evening amongst the white tiles

I shed my outermost layer

Heated sprays keep my whiles

As I sing my silent prayer

As I erase my mortal troubles

It is then I truly wonder

But my worries float away entrapped in bubbles

For the future will still roll like a clap of thunder.

I watch the water roll away

The screeching halt of the roaring head

Within a warm caress that means to say

Your only worries are the ones you've bred.