I can just remember now,
if I close my eyes,
the feel of that electric blue water,
my hands pushing it aside as I swam,
I can feel the wet steam being pulled
slowly,
into my lungs.
I can smell the hot wood,
feel it burn against my back
as I lie down on the pine bench.
I can feel those warm hands
working knots out of my back,
those warm hands cupping my head,
those hot cloths against my neck.
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elisabeth pike 