By sarah dragonfleyes@excite.com
Date: 24 January 2001
bath
i can feel the steam spiraling around me
ascending to the vaulted ceiling
the smell of sulfur subtle
pugnent but addicting
the golden glow of light
teases the shadows to play against the wall
one leg drapped over the porceline lip
water condenses against skin
droplets forming
my head fallen against a waiting shoulder
the ends of my hair damp
my neck cool with evaporating water
one hand traces the retreating rivulets
against my chest
hot skin awaiting the distant air
wax pooling
falling to the stained linoleum
lava flowing from a tiny spark
my lips pucker against the cool mouth
of a dark ale
i bring the cool bottle to rest
on my forehead
a sigh emits
sultry voices come from an old victrola
the crackle of static wavering the forgotten voices
i emerge from my nightly baptism
and then wrap myself in
a soft silken you
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