Hot tub poetry

[lunannette]

I'm wet right now,
And my body aches.
I'm going to miss that hot tub of mine...
It's funny how people willing drown themselves
inside a pot with whirling jets.
Red skin steaming against the semi dark night.
Burn baby,
Tenderize that meat.
Prune up child
Let that shard of clothing mask
What is private?
Do that damp walk.
Puddle paths
Follow the person in front of you.
Let the gravel scratch at your shell
Take it all off
Stew