Shower Screen Walls Are Not Opaque (the essence of you)

Gratefully the shower screen walls are not
opaque or it would make no sense to visit
while you showered. Any excuse, a scratch
that needs dressing, the perfunctory use
of a toothbrush, wetting and brushing back
tousled hair – first with the plastic brush that
has been there forever – then, eyes fixed
beyond the misted image in the mirror
to the cubicle where you stand glistening,
unconsciously grooming a courted sense
of endorsement, counterpoint to an ancient
comb and sightless hands.

But this is just an excusable pretence, the
inference of an unrefined need to be in
your presence, to see the nude you, your
ineffable beauty bared with its dimples and
curves and clever crevices. The svelte young
girl hidden there in the cascading shower is
still a hesitant fawn of yore, gracefully
ignorant of her attraction. There are features
for sure which have matured to feed avid
eyes, more elements to greet and entertain
caressing hands, more substance and weight
combined in a bravura statement.

Here, with the bathroom door ajar, is where
it all makes sense. Here the explanation stands
evident and clear; there is nothing to blur
the entire experience – the anatomy,
the ecology, the essence of you.
© I.D. Carswell 2006