and sink into her smooth white hollow

run the pads of my hands along

her cool slopes admire the curves

that cradle my naked skin

as the water runs I’ll stick my toe

into that brass faucet and accept

a spray of water sifting

over my thighs and shins like sugar

the heat                      a rising redemption

misty and heaven-bound as water

folds over my hips my belly

the rising and falling of my chest

buoyant with each exhalation this rest

quiet above a porcelain body

    Sarah Jones is our December Poet in Residence.


    Previously: Relish, Poem About Bugs, and Therapy.