First, my dress.

I reach behind my self,

Unzip it down my spine and step


Out of it like a magician

Steps out of sight

With sleight of hand


And I am standing naked,

Milky, whole,

In nothing but my skin.


Next I draw a bath

In my white clawfoot tub,

It’s feet gripping the porcelain


Tiles of the floor

Like my lover gripping

My white sheets in ecstasy,


The bay window

Looking out on the square

Fogging as if with breath.


Then I stir in salts,

Essential oils, test

The water almost too hot


To touch and slide into the foam

Where I cannot help

But moan with the liquid heat.


Finally, I beckon to you,

Come. I am ready.

I am waiting.