I told no one of our secret kingdom where fog pours over the teeming legion I lean on the rail, inhaling the mist of primeval verdure untouched by the grist, and while I alone name the hybrid fauna you lazily soak in a steaming sauna. A quiet sploosh, "the soap, please, Jordan" I plunge in my hand, grab your cord in the foam and am slapped by a rag as you lean back and laugh, so I slip off my clothes and crawl in your bath.