I

I lie, muscles tensed, in my bathwater,

soaking in the warm fluid,

amniotic, amnesiac. My head

swims as my mind is steamcleaned of its contents.

Glazed eyes gaze at this body and touch it

with the respect my lover would show.

He taught me that I must enjoy my body

before I could enjoy another's,

so with tits erect and prick saluting

I sink into my bathos.

II

I lie, quietly now, in my bathwater,

which has cooled to the temperature

of the world around me.

My phallus floats numbly-dumbly on the water.

So soon my body has wrinkled,

passage robbing it of oils.

I'll quit the bath and go to my lover.

We shall warm each other, memory

upon memory, gliding instinctively over

the grooves we have come to know so well.

Having loved each other from our youth,

we know what our bodies have been,

and what our souls have become.

Footnote

1. Image: Pacific Place.