Sunday, August 25, 2013

Memory One



My towel drops without a sound on the soft mat.

My feet enter the sizzling white foam.

The hot water engulfs my body in maelstroms of pleasure.

The room is dark.

Spheres of trembling light float above white candles around the tub.

I call him.




His eyes glitter.

His mouth is half open.

Flashes of a happy childhood flicker in his surprise.

      Christmas mornings

            Birthdays

                  His first kiss

                        His first song


I will never forget his expression.

I will never forget that moment.

When love was at the reach of my fingers, in a bubble bath.






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