Flame, Stones, Steam, and Rain

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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

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LeBrozLeBrozabout 16 years ago
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This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>

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LeBrozLeBrozabout 16 years ago
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Terrific sensory experiences with just words.

doormousedoormouseover 19 years ago
I gave you five...

yet, I don't understand this:

Heat?s snakes

Sliding into pores

Steam?s wrenches

Turning out sweat

Sorry to the last poster, but I don't get it, and I have always loved lostandfounder's poetry.

Sorry lostandfounder, that line just lost me amongst the rest of it. Great as always, ignore my ignorance. ;-)

twelveoonetwelveooneover 19 years ago
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Best three lines

"Heat?s snakes

Sliding into pores

Steam?s wrenches"

I risk going up against one of the big guys, I think the end is fine

"But each drop is a bliss

Bliss

Bliss

Such bliss"

irishcatsmeowirishcatsmeowover 19 years ago
i like the image of raindrops of bliss...

I like how the heat is seen as weight and it becomes too much...i imagine staying inside until the last possible minute and bursting into the cool rain.

Heat begins to feel like a weight

Heavier and heavier

Another blast of steam adds tons

Cannot carry it anymore

Makes me want to head to a sauna. Guess a hot bath will have to do. Sigh.

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