Bienvenue

The little French soap

in my shower on the cruise ship

 smelling so

 innocently sweet ;

a fragrance of luxury and absolute contentment.

I imagine it must be how angels smell.

The lazy smell

of sunshine and lush tropical beauty,

 just outside my window,

 a daily touch with inner-self

 that let my heart

soar

on butterfly wings;

the magic and mystery of the islands

merging with the fiber

of my soul.

How I longed to stay

in that compartment of peace

hoping

 that no one would notice

my absence

and that I could disappear

like my soap down the drain

or in the triangle,

with only that honeyed fragrance

left

behind.

But time

has

 slowly moved on

and for now I

must settle for memories

of the big white ship

on the bright blue Caribbean waters.

One day

I will return there

to my perfect heaven

and the little French soap

with the

bienvenue

 greeting.