Sitting Nude By The Fire Poem by Rebekah Gamble

The water falls from my hair
with a steady, smooth,
drip, drip, drip.
It's a cool feeling on my skin
glowing with the fire nearby.
It's all so smooth-
this calmness I know now.
The smooth, dark hair
letting loose the smooth, cool drip
onto the smooth glow
of smooth skin-
drip, drip, drip.
I feel calm comfort
watching the smooth flames
dancing 'round like they do,
and a smooth friendship
with the dancing mosaic
of shadow and light.
This is the perfect safety-
sitting nude by the fire
freshly wet
from the cool waters
of this smooth earth.

2 august o8