The Tub

after Degas

Warm   damp   hair
the stroking flow of it
linear tracery  blackened tip  colour merge

the concave curve of my back
the glow of skin
metallic rim of tub

disturbing my naked haunches

sensuous rub of towel
drinking my moistness in

if I turn my head
I can see what I only sense
your naked eye

observing

Genista Lewes