Through Misted Glass

Through Misted Glass.

Through
misted glass
she
ran her hands
along thighs
tense with desire

Rivulets of water
stroked her light brown skin
and she
remembered the caress
of the stranger
that
invaded her nights

Throwing her head back
she accepted
the warmth
that filled
the room
and each
contained fibre

Her hands
reached
along her body
tracing the contours
trembling
as
the emotion took
control

Then as
the water
slowed
the shudder
that spelt
liberation

Reaching for
the towel
she dried
her eyes
as she
dried her
body
smoothing
away
the
accents
of lost
lovers.

? David English September 2000-09-08

David.