A friend of yours,
a companion in intimate meetings,
humidity and moisture in the air,
your body naked and stripped of clothes,
naked and bare.
It protects you from coldness,
shields your surroundings from you,
keeps the warmth close to your skin,
being in your way sometimes though.
It begins serenly,
whether you meet in the morning,
or in the evening,
it always happens in the same bloody way.
Your enjoying yourself,
letting all troubles go away,
feeling the warmth around you
until the damn thing arrives,
clutching on to you,
drowning you and finally driving your mind array.
It feels cold on your skin,
strips away your sanity already thin,
as if life itself wasn't already bad,
damn, it makes me mad!
Your companion,
often necessity in life,
the one that often drives you insane,
is just a plain
shower curtain.
