Lamia Bathing

by Shelly Reed
Surrounded by seven wax flames
I disarm  sink deep into poppy-seed bath
In liquid I sketch your reflection
with fingers the color of doves
Slick as bamboo  the soap in my hands
like your thighs
In pillows of turbid steam
your breath pulsates in the tropic of my neck
Confessions swoop like cavern bats
Through mirrors  pores of my skin
you emerge
swelling like the jaw of a distempered horse
I am in your hands like clay to be fired
Choking water  I wake to tame
the beast of your apparition
with syllabic whips

 2001 Shelly Reed. All rights reserved.