Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Soaked Valentine

So I went to the gym at two
O’clock to have a hot soak
Which is when the old crocks
And hippopotami assemble
Speechless and remote
Settling in and under
The steaming water
How long we’ve traveled
Into these hard and wrinkled bodies
To melt them back to youth
In this magic swirling pool
Our heads emerge occasionally to wonder
Let the miracle be revealed
I have a soul to launder

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