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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