80 doesn't even burn, but I'm drinking 94, feeling its sting against my throat before the smooth warmth spreads; soothing, relaxing; though nothing like the pounding, scalding water on my shoulders, back and buttocks just earlier. Sitting in my yeti hide fleece pajamas afterwards, I thought to describe the sensation of that hot shower on this crisp Jerusalem autumn-winter night and how I gradually kept on raising the temperature. Far more than anything else, however, I mostly felt that any exertion, be it physical or mental, would ruin my glorious glow; that feeling of the cool floor tiles on the soles of my warm, bare feet - a reminder. Standing naked in the night, as I hung up my towel, my red skin impervious to the chill balcony air, I relished the memory of steam and hot rivulets; muscles loose before pouring fine Kentucky straight bourbon.
Let’s write poetry together!
When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.–Ben Harper (b. 1969)
Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!