Bather
BATHER
She’s naked
Well? – perception naked
Existing with them all
In an obscure, spray-saturated atmosphere
An almost steamy dimension.
The poly-synthetic, strained drip
Along her streaming, rubber thighs
A chemical blue become plunge
Become weird, relaxed intensity
And those shouts!
Lay about
Shout!
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Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2012
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