Lavendar Bath

 Photography by Jamie Changala

Photography by Jamie Changala

By Amy C. Witt

I soak in a lavender bath,tobacco smelling fingertips,
on a dark cold night.  I sit in my tub and wonder – ⠀⠀⠀

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Do real connections really exist?A bone chilling connection that
goes deeper and further than that. That cuts through your skin like a razor - love so pure you become shameless. A level of space, gravity, your own universe floating together emotionally, physically,spiritually, mentally…unconditionally. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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This level of connection where energy frequencies are higher and you’re capable of feeling the other’s emotion even when they’re not around. ⠀

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Crying together on the floor because the other is in pain.  Laying your flesh on the soil, as you both gaze at the galaxy of stars. A cowboy who swims in the bath with you as he helps you wash away your scars. From the outside he equally puts in effort and work, but always returns with battered skin and callused hands from going the extra mile so you rest easy at night as he admires you in your sleep, knowing he’s the luckiest cowboy alive. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
He holds you not behind him, but next,
like you were born
together
as one.