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The Bath

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Wendy Flora
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Virginia


0 posted 01-13-2000 06:24 PM       View Profile for Wendy Flora   Email Wendy Flora   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Wendy Flora

In the soft half-light of the early morn,
he was aware of a stirring beside him. His
eyelids cracked open as a shadow fell
across them, and he glimpsed the curve of
her side as she passed... her bare side... His
eyes opened wider, though still  heavy with
sleep.  She allowed the door to the bathroom
to drift open, giving him full view of the old,
cracked-porcelain tub with its lion-claw brass
feet.  She rested her body on the small stool
next to it, her back to him, her half-moon profile
suspended over her peach-skin shoulder. The
pale light that filtered through the colored curtains
made stained-glass shapes that danced across
her face.  She unbound her milk chocolate hair,
rippling down to swish at her hip.   She was
leaning toward the window in just such a way
that her body was in perfect line with the beam
of light, forming a slide for the dust motes that
trickled down.
The soft rushing noise of the water lulled him into
a daydream, his vision turning shimmery and
crystalline. She rose from the stool, strobing in
halos, her hair falling away to allow the light, now
turning golden with the climbing sun, to illuminate
her brassy thigh.  She turned to look over her shoulder
at him, her face enveloped in that elfin mask of hers
which nearly drove him mad...  for she always seemed
to veil something behind her snowy skin and emerald
eyes.  Her willowy form arced around as if to come to
him, and he felt giddy, almost drunk on anticipation.  
Then, she closed the door, the latch falling with a soft, final,
click.

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Denise
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1 posted 01-13-2000 06:31 PM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

This is great Wendy! Surprise ending! hehehehe.....but she had to come out of the bathroom sooner or later!

 Denise

And slight is the sting of his trouble
Whose winnings are less than his worth;
For he who is honest is noble,
Whatever his fortunes or birth.~~~Alice Cary, ~Nobility~


Wendy Flora
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Virginia


2 posted 01-13-2000 06:37 PM       View Profile for Wendy Flora   Email Wendy Flora   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Wendy Flora

hehehehe.... true!    *grin* -wen
Nate Dogg
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3 posted 01-13-2000 08:01 PM       View Profile for Nate Dogg   Email Nate Dogg   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nate Dogg's Home Page   View IP for Nate Dogg

Great imagery on this one, Wendy.

 Nathan
 
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