Flame, Stones, Steam, and Rain

Sitting on the top bench
Naked
As it was meant to be

Heat’s snakes
Sliding into pores
Steam’s wrenches
Turning out sweat

The sharp sweet smell of birch leaves
The gentle slap against the skin
Pink skinned and de-muscled

Water strike the rocks
Painting them dark for an instant
Wait for it…

ahhhhhh

The steam falls like a wall
The rocks have shed the color
Eyes stare, but do not see it
Sight has become a secondary sense

Heat begins to feel like a weight
Heavier and heavier
Another blast of steam adds tons
Cannot carry it anymore

Walk out the door, still naked
Into the soft rain
Smell the wet earth
Lay upon the cool grass

Even with eyes shut tight and clouds
The sky is too bright
But each drop is a bliss
Bliss
Bliss

Such bliss