Having Bathed
Having bathed, we wait
until the sun has fled the sky,
Before we dry and dress
to take the street.
With one last blush of light
upon the twilight wind,
we fade into the darkness of the trees.
our path is like a wire we must walk,
like artists stepping cautiously along
nothing sure except that, finally,
we will meld where we belong.
Become one, high arms and thighs.
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