Shower of a Dancer

Lock the door.

Peel off the stretched,

Sweat-stained garments

That adorn the weary body.

Feel the rough terry

As it meets tanned skin.

Odors of a hard day's work

Permeate the air,

Mixing sweetly with

Fresh linen laundry soap.

Come, water,

And fill this tub.

Step in

And feel

The droplets of warmth

Find and hit their targets.

Drop away the layers of grime

Caked on as heavily

As the soap scum

Near the drain.

After all, cleanliness is

Next to godliness.