A nightingale sang in the beautiful garden ...

I lolled in the forgiving water, closing my eyes - 

My clothes were scattered on the floor - 

Steam filled the pristine bathroom - 

I recalled all the baths I'd lolled in - 

I remembered the mosaics of the Szechyeni Baths, the bagnio in Venice reached by a winding stair - 

Ancient taps had quivered under my fingers in Havana - 

I'd counted the geckos on a bathroom ceiling in Fish Hoek - 

I remembered bathing in Jane's pool in the moonlight - 

There were stars floating upon the water - 

A nightingale sang in the beautiful garden - 

19.30

Sunday 4 December 2016

Langstone Premier Inn

Havant 

Hampshire