Bathing Girl

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In reverie of a rapturous disrobing
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Feel young again, my bathing girl!
Draw on the Joy
The limpid pool of life
That nourishes your name.
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Feel young again, my bathing girl,
Firm-fleshed against all ills
In that deep, loving light,
Lucent as a red-flushed sky.
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Wear Priestess robes,
Make deepest awe
Till you release them,
Triggered by our bated breath.
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Span the enchantresses of history,
Holding their time-frozen heights
And span their cosmic bridges to the present,
For now you shine!
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Let that apparel now cascade
And show you poised
For water's communion
In glorious luminosity.
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Holding all breath.
Your radiant beams
From your magnetic casing,
Beauty to adore.
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Reveal yourself
In the glory of a life's new morning:
Let our two bodies
Be each other's mirrors.
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Banish and shrink
The blights of darkness.
Draw on the bubbling rills of health,
Feel young again, my bathing girl!
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Art is "The Bath"
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