Those Zen like stripes
Pressed into the back
Of my bathing robe
Suggest to the outside world
A body which carries calm
With a good deal of ease
To the inner self
The indentations
Are in the worn fabric
A template of bars
For the soul
To willingly attempt to climb
Between the outer
And the inner, there is
A place for transformation
A skin
Which holds onto
Which sensually feels one other’s skin
