Through
misted glass
she
ran her hands
along thighs
tense with desire
rivulets of water
stroked her light brown skin and she
remembered the caress
of the stranger
that
invaded her nights.
Throwing her head back she accepted
the warmth
that filled
the room
and each
contained fibre
her hands
reached
along her body
tracing the contours, trembling,
as
the emotion took
control.
Then as
the water
slowed
the shudder that spelt
liberation
reaching for the towel
she dried
her eyes
as she
dried her
body
smoothing away
the
accents
of lost
lovers.