Bubbles, poured
much too lavishly, have been
whipped up and up and up
by the insistent jets of the jacuzzi,
burying her
inside soft billowing fluffs
of fragrant foam.  She scoops out
her face, giggling, giddy.  She’s
made up her mind.

White lace curtains filter
light, stencil flowers on the wall
above her bubble bath.
She traces their patterns
with her big toe until
shapes blur.

So sleepy.  She just wants
to close her eyes and drift off
before these beautiful white clouds
get stained red.