The touch it takes to uncoil the mind

Her grace submerged in bath water
that shines between her open thighs,
and stirs above his grazing hand
at hip and toe and breast; tonight
she tounged his lilies - spiked voodoo
lilies that taste of razor straights
slitting a woman's eye. To feel
expressive fingers speak what heart
dares not to say: the reverend's kiss,
delicate moonshine, venomous
against her lips where bath water
now stirs above his drinking hand.