Seven star sisters, each a Venus shining in the eastern morning sky.
Skin glows like moonbeams in the cloistered light of the hammam
Soft flesh – thighs, breasts and bellies
Hair loosened, free across forehead, neck and shoulder
Eyes half closed
Soaking in the warm and cool
pools of sensuous, history and story, ancient rituals
Tender dreams swirl up and through like the sandalwood incense wafting, scenting, sensing.
Exotic music out of time and place
Echoes of flamenco before it came to be
Imagining the route taken before making home in these Andalucian hills.
Hot honeyed tea, fresh with mint
a balm of generosity
Dates picked fresh
soft and warm and sweet as this moment.
Seven sister stars mindlessly float from hot to cool to hot again
Submerged in an elemental expanse of sky, of water
Footsteps languid on smooth clay floors
Two by two, give ourselves over to firm fingers, strong hands, primal stones.
Body aches and heart hurts
Monkey mind of spinning thought and worry
Give way to spacious possibility and healing hope
Up the spine. Down the leg.