She Bathes
.
From the well
the soft water
she pours on mine flesh
slowly
I feel the cool
And her warm hands ‘pon
my flesh
awash with glycerin
cause the thrust of words
my plea
please
Yesss
our flesh caused slide
and tender feel
until the rupture of love
caused sleep
on dry leaf
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2011
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