I lie, muscles tensed, in my bathwater,
amniotic, amnesiac. My head
Glazed eyes gaze at this body and touch it
He taught me that I must enjoy my body
so with tits erect and prick saluting
I lie, quietly now, in my bathwater,
of the world around me.
So soon my body has wrinkled,
I'll quit the bath and go to my lover.
upon memory, gliding instinctively over
Having loved each other from our youth,
we know what our bodies have been,
and what our souls have become.