Yet do I often warmly burn to see
Beauties of deeper glance, and hear their singing
And float with them about the summer waters
-John Keats, "Happy is England! I could be content"
Stranger things have not happened--
this Saturday afternoon nude women
in bay blue shifts came into
the sauna
I slow cooked in the corner--
no one noticed or seemed to care
and as the sun swiftly slays
the horizon, it became clear
that temptation was not the card--
there will be no orgy
rather punishment, for the only
movement?beads of sweat
over each pore of my body
I become a seal
my vision goes blurry
the moment I try to gaze
only Hades could hold
me down, panic, dehydration
the long wish to leave.
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