The Bath Poem by Roland Bastien

The Bath



A ripple swoops
On her necked body
Lilts into her ears
A gooey hymn

She cuddles each note
Pearled
Around her breasts

I glance at her
Delve into lore

She muffles her hair
And nods.

I could not gild
It’s already there.

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