The Bodies #thebodies #sweat
BY ELIZABETH SPIRES
Here, in the half-dark of the sauna,
the bodies of the women glisten ... Naked, disproportionate, lush,
hung and burdened with flesh, they open slowly, like orchids blooming out of season.
Sweat beads my forehead.
Heat rings my breasts, like circlets,
and I am my body, all shimmering flesh.
Secrets are whispered here. Stories told.
The bodies, alabaster, abalone,
relax, give up their pose, to ask,
How shall we be joined?
How shall we know each other?
By doors, by chains and linkages
through which we shall be entered, touched, possessed.