And the sequal to that previous poem, when 'what I am' is revealled. Quite fascinating I thought.
IF I WAS THE WATER OF YOUR BATH:
I wish I could be the water of you bath…
I would surround you with mellow warmth, liquid love
like a frolicking childish wave across the sandy shore
I would dash and break upon the firmness of your body
energize and moisten the places I dream of
If I where the water of your bath…
I would memorize each and every muscle of your body
and being liquid I would take your shape
mold myself to your every curve and indentation
I would roll on, over and off your smooth skin
If I were the water of your bath…
I would send part of me to gather in the recess of your navel
there my temperature would rise to match yours
and like plants of the sea I would move your body hairs in and out with the
liquid tide created by your movements and become very intimate with your
nature
If I were the water of your bath…
I would flow over, around, and between your breasts
The ripples they cause, my soft sighs as I flow over your pearlescent skin
What would I do if you dipped your hand into me, to trace across your length
to show me your terrain of soft hollows and long plains?
If I were the water of your bath…
I would soak up your fluid-warmth
creeping, surveying, testing every crevice, every dimple, every flaccid-smooth
appendage of your body
I would cleanse you as my ancestors the Nile cleansed your ancestors
but even more, when you leave me and pull the plug…
I would defy the natural order of things and stay and wait for your naked return…