A Ministration

She undressed me

as the dusk descended,

our foreheads touched,

My robe draped

around our feet,

the tiles cool and smooth beneath.

The bath was running

we stood, embraced

I kissed her long,

for a fatal moment

before I stepped into clear water,

the ripples dodged around my calves

and then my thighs, and then my chest.

The pressure pressed upon my heart.

I drank a final glass of wine,

prepared the final sacrament

as I watched her take her final glance,

“For us,” she said as the door was closed,

“For you,” I said, as she closed the door.