Your history flows freely:
a gently bubbling shower massage;
effervescent revelations of sweetness,
moist longings and caustic bitterness.
They twirl and coil,
these memories of your considerable passion.
My acceptance of one entices another
and another and with each a glance
from gleaming eyes, demure and measuring,
wondering at my salient calm.
I wonder: how close can I linger,
how long can I sooth and be soothed
before my dusty wings explode in flame?
I love the way you explore that mysterious line between ecstasy and pain, especially by using a shower! Not only is this a sensation I think most of us can immediately experience while reading, but I also think it is more interesting than exploring the fine line between being famished (or really indulging in a delicacy) and becoming overfilled, even gluttonous. The fact that a shower can turn too hot on the skin so quickly makes this an especially sensuous reading experience. You really don’t have to say too much because you have laid out the experience for me so “it happens” while I am reading. That is really terrific.
You describe the experience better than I! I’m so glad you were enthused. Thanks! Leo
Oh, this is beautiful. For some reason, my mind keeps turning to that passage by Annie Dillard where she describes a moth that turns into a candle wick with your close.
Thanks, Susan! I’ll read some of Annie Dillard’s poems; I know her name but not her work. Thanks, Leo
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