Thread by @RCdeWinter

#poetry

Ablution

The memory of almost-scalding water baptizes me with its melody;
the shower is one of my favorite but little-visited refuges from the noise of nonsense.
I leave my skin unwashed for two days, three, sometimes more.

This gives me an excuse for extended indulgence.
The shower is one of my favorite but little-visited refuges from the noise of nonsense.
I’m waxed with the accretions of many days and nights.
This gives me an excuse for extended indulgence;
I need not defend the time spent there.

I’m waxed with the accretions of many days and nights,
hot passion unspent; the one for whom it's meant unavailable.
I need not defend the time spent there,
in the bed of imagination, where the impossible becomes my reality.

Hot passion unspent, the one for whom it's meant unavailable,
I leave my skin unwashed for two days, three, sometimes more.

In the bed of imagination, where the impossible becomes my reality,
the memory of almost-scalding water baptizes me with its melody.

© 2018 RC deWinter
Published in Sheila-Na-Gig, December 2019

Hello and thanks to all who read/shared the #poem “Ablution” Wishingq you whatever kind of evening you’d like to have.