Witness to the Night Wash

 

Lamplight softens the night that watches her.
Silent as prayer she slowly washes off a day
full of flour and farm dirt sweat. She wrings
the sponge, listens to the water fall into the basin
like the rain not very far away, and bends
to scrub her feet letting water run between her toes.
When she straightens she sees him in the mirror.
She doesn’t know how long he’s been there.
Her back to him, she looks over her shoulder
then turns to stand before him half naked,
breasts breathing desire gaze for gaze.
He tries to swallow but neither advances
nor retreats. In those moments she turns
away to repossess herself once again.

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