Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Warm water
Long Bath
I'm not alone
And I can see
The wood
You are by
Making love
With a young woman
She is astride you
And another too
Is there
A fresco on the wall
It's his
He admires it
Smoking sweetly
The excited young
woman breaks
Rhythm, confused
She stops.
"All right," you say.
"It's all right."
And your face
Disappears
In her beautiful bush.
I am she.
You are he.
The path is clear.