A Special Poem about women's bathrooms

A women’s bathroom

The tiles glazed an opalescent white
Polished by orthodontic hands

Cold and smooth, refreshingly clean
Ventilated and fresh, no hint of mildew

The sweet scent of the woman’s bathroom
Untainted by male musk and stank

As if women defecated only rose petals and doves
As we always dreamed they did

The rows of shampoo bottles enhanced, purified, and abundant
And their lady in waiting, conditioner, as plentiful as their liege

You open the frosted speckles pain
Sliding unfettered, as if greased with ambrosia

Into a bathtub covered in razors