There is that moment between
languishing in a hot bath
and toweling off with dense
soft terrycloth, when, between
standing in scented moist nakedness
and slipping into a nightgown,
a shadow silhouette of
the body long lived in
appears in the lowlight,
unrecognizable.
Written for The Mag: Mag 163 that inspired with the above photo prompt
(Woman With a Towel, 1898, Edgar Degas).
