Thursday, 26 November 2015

Two Eves

There were two Eves in that
steamy bathroom: the one he
knew well, smiling bashfully
as though her nudity was news,
not endlessly retweeted in his head;
the other, behind the
frosted glass, danced like
Salome under seven veils of spray,
seductive, erotic, intent on
having his head

(Image used by kind permission of to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)