Thank You 
       

       For leaving the sash open 
       to those bathing pleasures last night -- 
       that glimpse of you 
       at your recumbent best. 
       When you stepped from the tub, 
       I must admit,
       I turned away. 
       Beauty and conscience 
       make us do such peculiar things. 

       Steam in skeins 
       unfurled from the sill 
       as wrapped in darkness 
       I slipped across the fields. 
       Soft brush here, 
       fall and rise of the land, 
       the layered leaves 
       when at last I found the path -- 
       all felt different in 
       your warm and beaded aftermath.



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