The Bath Poem by Arti Chopra

clothed in soft white muslin
she stepped into the clear water
her hesitating steps seemed to falter
as she glaced shyly here and there
shoulder and back bare,
dark tresses clinging to her face
foam caressing her body like sheer lace
delicate hands soaped her body,
cleansing skin which she thought was shoddy
but ah! she knows not
from alabaster it was wrought,
my heart seemed to stand still
such perfection gave me a thrill
and then suddenly I was spied
her sense of privacy belied,
she bucked like a startled deer
seeing me watching from so near
dived into the water to swim to the shore
enjoying her bath in the forest no more
and I was left bereft
the vision had left
was it a dream
or someone surreal
a heavenly vision
beautiful and ethereal
whoever she was and
wherever she did go
never will I forget

that vision in the forest pool