Bathing

Bathing

She unzips
thick metal teeth,
shimmying hips
out of a soiled
pencil skirt.

Lounging
in what passes
for privacy, heedless
of posture, poise,
the way her skin warms
under candle light
and who notices.

The night a blur
of rain on windows
that won’t blink back,
won’t insinuate a hand
lingering a beat too long.

She saunters
room to room,
caressing the lilies’ velvet
throats, embodied,
disappearing
into the steam
she’s caused, embraced
and alone.

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