Under
Bath
Water
[Like a child];
Refuse to come
Above
For
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
When the light hits my
Coral and
Ivory
Skin,
I am a woman again;
Trying to wash my sins away,
With the iridescent bubbles
That
The light makes
C O L O R F U L.
Frigid;
Unwavering...
The Water:
From Warm,
To Tepid
To cool.
The burn on my eyelids doesn't feel anymore,
My skin
[as frágil as a match-head]
Un-sears itself.
My toes fold into
The resistance of the porcelain tub
Whose satiny
Surface
Silkily
Absorbs the tune I hum--
Who shutters as it reverberates,
Who sings too.
