Writing

Bathing,
the water stopped
all of a sudden

Whistling,
the water in the rusted pipe
came to a stop

Dripping,
the body shivered,
naked

Stretching
through the window
its fingers,
a shivering wind

For a moment
I felt like
being cold.

And off flew
the garment
of wetness.

Draped
in a wild summer,
I forgot
modesty.

The strands of hair
drip like a tree
in the rain.

From memory
they write
on the body

just a line
or
two
with water.

WRITING