She bathes

Written by: James Peranteau

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;

come in !

Yesss,
our flesh caused slide
and tender feel
until the rupture of love
caused sleep
on dry leaf