She visits her nudity like a razor in a house of glass;
watch her slide a hand along her thigh, extinguish
a mass of hiding bubbles, let the silk of still water
warm her, her neck thrown back, her hair afloat.
In this moisture she is all things sweet and surfeit
to desire. Solitary, she creates a realm where
pleasure is primary. Degas once painted such a
woman in preparation to bathe–a silver tub, a gold
wood floor; there was no water yet, and she stood sole,
still owned by needs to ready and prepare. In my mind,
however, I have always lent her violets and the coming
future, the settling of limbs, the way that heat would fit
right to her bones, the chill of air over her hardening,
unsubmerged nipples, and the reverie in her imagining
a lover’s lips upon them, because they are wet and
pronounced, ready to be lathed by tongues as she lounges
in the place where her fantasy is succulent and the water
serves to cradle her, the softest, most needless thing she’s
ever known, that embryonic place where she has gained relief
without cost, and in it, revels, making love to her soul’s self.
Welcome to TNB, Heather! Wow, what a piece – so much colour and movement here!
Simply gorgeous.
Thanks so much, Simon and Zara! 🙂 I love it here. xo, Heather
YAY!!!! Hi Heather, it’s so great to see your gorgeous face in these hall. And I get to read your vivid work. It’s like the best day EVER!
No way, Megan! It’s like the best DAY EVER because I get to see you here, too, my friend! 🙂 Thanks for popping by. XO!
Beautiful poem Heather! And so good to see you here on TNB.
Fount of scintillating tone, tour-de-force of sensuality. I think my favorite bit is:
“In this moisture she is all things sweet and surfeit
to desire.”
Though I can’t pass without remarking on the naked (thus to speak) indulgence of
“…ready to be lathed by tongues as she lounges
in the place where her fantasy is succulent…”
I’m hoping one day to see in actual texture the Degas adaptation that inspired this.
Jessica! Hello, beautiful and talented lady! Thanks for stopping by. So glad to be here!
Uche, many, many thanks! Your poetry is quite lovely and sensual, too! And of course you are welcome to drop by my house any day you are in town. I’ll even make you a latte! 🙂
All warmest to both,
H
A way sexy poem, Heather! I especially like the startling, “sharp” and smooth image in the first stanza’s stunning (first 2 lines) simile.
Welcome aboard TNB!
Thanks so much, Judy! 🙂
All warmest,
H
This poem caresses my soul with sexy. SO fantastic to see you here, Heather. What an inspired and smart writer you are! I feel privileged to have gotten to meet you live and in the flesh.
Erica, anything that carresses your soul with SEXY is an added feat of glory! *delighted smile* Many thanks for your compliments on the work. It was a joy and a pleasure to meet you in Denver! Wishing you a fabulous 2010 and beyond.
All warmest and best regards, xo! H
Wonderful poem with gorgeous sounds!
Oh my–I love all those “L” sounds in the second stanza.
Many, many thanks for the compliment, Aaron! 🙂