Lavender she draws into her nose
From the back of her milky pale hand
Closed eyes, straight staccato lashes
Flushed blush cheeks, moist and dewy
Plump wine lips, swollen from the heat
Steam rises out of water
Curling around her
Moistening the unsubmerged places of her breast
Softening the sharpness in the shoulders
The tips of her hair float on the surface
Changed from soft blond to earthy brown by moisture
Hot is the water
Makes the heart beat so slow
drunkenly calm she rises from the bath
Mist in the air envelopes her blushing womanly thighs, hips
She gazes through the reflection on the wall

She sees a goddess watching

Timid now, she towels herself