adamdaniel

The Steam Bath

Fill the pitcher to the brim!
Awake the jets of steam!
Ghostly vapour rising up,
Like some phantasmal dream.

Place thy garments on the hook,
And naked stand in wait,
Such a store of luscious warmth,
Ye can’t anticipate…

Soap in lathered sweetness caked,
With towels draped so thick,
Moist with heat upon thy feet,
The marble tiling slick.

Note the incense in the air,
The drape upon the wall,
With the servant girl so fair,
To do thy beck and call.

Plush the aspect of my garb,
Thy servant and thy guide,
Dousing thee from top to toe,
My handiwork my pride.

Thee, the queen in heaven’s bliss!
Thy body cleansed and thrilled,
Steam upon thy white physique,
With pots of water spilled!

Again, again announce thy cheer!
Thy merriment made plain,
Steam thy shawl in misty flow,
The pitcher pouring rain.

Praise this steam bath sanctity!
This portal to thy joy,
I am at thy service, ma’am,
Thy humble servant boy.