My Hands Upon My Face

MY HANDS UPON MY FACE

I felt the hot water flowing into my upturned hands,

My face waited impatiently, expectantly, for its treat.

It felt like heaven when my skin finally sunk into the pleasure,

My hands upon my face.

Before my skin had had enough I rose with new awareness -

What if I couldn't move my arms toward my face?

What if I couldn't cup the hot liquid that was caressing my skin?

What if I couldn't put...  my hands upon my face?

I thought of Irysse and others like her,

Whose bodies have become uncooperative traitors,

Who have as much right to the pleasure I feel

When my hands are upon my face.

I looked down at my hands, cupped and flowing.

I looked up at my face, flooded with knowing.

Slowly, I dipped my head with reverence and gratitude

To feel my hands upon my face.