I long to have the perfect bath,
To languish in repose, sublime,
Awash with salts and subtle scents,
Restricted not by time.
I long to have the perfect bath,
To lie in flick’ring candle light,
As soothing music fills the room
And all is sweet respite.
I long to have the perfect bath,
Let sumptuous oils caress my skin,
Life’s cares full fixed beyond the door
As I relax within.
I long to have the perfect bath,
To prize the water’s warm embrace.
To feel it lap around my limbs,
Its steam upon my face.
I long to have the perfect bath,
In truth, just one constraint will do,
That no-one knocks upon the door
And asks to use the loo.