Pull down the dawn

I rub oil and scent into my skin
My legs are long and soft after having sat in a steam room wrapped
in a fog of desire

--I sit, legs crossed, jacket folded across my knees--

Steam swirls thick and you disappear into the haze
I lay back on the bench breathing eucalyptus, drinking water flavor with lemons and limes

--In four hours I will enter the restaurant, dressed simply, smelling of oils and skin and desire, lips painted, eyes large, thinking of your mouth pressed over mine--