marketa steps out of the bath

 

 

i have come back from my run

am in the kitchen

 

having a cup of tea

with honey

 

it is sunday, seven-thirty

ante meridiem

 

down the hall i hear marketa step out of the bath

i hear the rattle of the towel bar

 

i hear the water drain

this is a serious moment, truly it is

 

in a way

life depends on it, i mean

 

life as a rich, blossoming, living, ever-changing entity—

a life-entity which must be nurtured

 

which depends upon this moment—

thus, in time

 

if marketa comes into the kitchen

dressed for the day

 

my heart will sink a bit, the life-entity

will ebb a bit

 

if, on the other hand, she comes into the kitchen

in her robe 

 

here i dwell on the image

. . . 

 

the life-entity seeks, reaches

for there is possibility

 

with possibility may come fruition

the life-entity will be sustained

 

so the life-entity smiles 

that is to say

 

i smile

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2023-11-05 at 14:32

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit, what a saucy poem. I especially love how a leery, yet sensual moment, or desire, led to that profound little statement at the end.

Masterful!
2023-11-06