Z: A Bath With Candles

The lights are all off
And my incomprehendible, half - alive candle flames
Hardly do the job of visibility...
Strange, yet,
I see things in a clearer orange.
Life is not on
When my arms are placed on the surface -
The steam looks so real,
So heavy, desired threat.
And when I am settled and breathing deeply,
I can close my eyes and emersion seems so calm, natural -
My slippy, little figure Is futile resistance.
I like it best with the skylight open
And the rain pouring in.