Steam Baths

I have posted this piece here before, but I enjoy it so … here it is again with minimal editing.

 

An old man

Levers himself into

The hot bath

With the slowness

Of flowers blooming,

Steam dreamily blurring the room childlike and careless,

Coffee fractionally distilling into an empty pot.

And the lowering of his body

Contains the unspilled passion

Of bursting muscle,

Scalding liquid drifting over the wooden counter,

Flowers exploding along winter’s glittering edge,

The old man screaming

For the muscles to do his bidding,

And a teenage boy

Still as ancient ligament,

His chest suddenly,

Tellingly, flushed.

 

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