Travel with me
to
a time...of ancient days.
Close your eyes
my
King,
feel the soft, warm breeze
whispering
across the ocean
inserting itself through chiseled
stone
windows....fluttering
flimsy window coverings
kissings
our faces in a steamy
afternoon.
Picture, oh leader of men
a
time of peace, our clothes
simple, hanging on our bodies
draped
in folds.
Look down at your feet,
and
see, soft leather sandals
guilded and beaded finely.
You stroll forward to a crystal clear pool,
intricate
designs of snowy white and
azure blue weaving a story, oils and blossoms
floating
on the surface.
Steps lead into the water,
inviting
your prescence, you gaze
at me...your handmaiden...
I
help you to undress,
sliding sandals off yourfeet, uncatching your
robe....it
falls.........
into a delicate heap at our feet, and you,
are
on a journey of pleasure.
Around the room, large earthenware vases
filled
with aromatic flowers gently
scent the area with each carress of the wind.
Bowls
of succulent, abundant fruit
are yours for the taking.
I lather fine soaps into my hands which I
run
over your head, each strand gently,
your face, your neck.....Softly, then I massage
your
hard, lean body, melting the
knotted muscles into compliance as the
tension
leaves your shoulders, your back,
your chest...Languidly, I let my fingers run
through
the hair on your chest,
lifting and curling as I play.
I lift large jars of water ......rinsing the soap
off
your body..bubbles cascading
downward and floating in the pool, making sure
there
is none left to irritate your bronzed
skin for your days work.
Kay Ekwall ©1999