Mineral Baths - Bursa, Turkey

Steam lifts                 to the rotunda, its           art of running arabesques                 around windows thick and old,                         aswarm with aurioles.                         Down here the men soon draw                 apart, spurning visionary air                         for modesty. The wives           within their separate rooms                 play fast and loose                                                                         with luminosity, stream in flesh                         inseparable               from light. Paradise may be a place                                         we never know                  where things leave off.                                 I know a mo-                                                                       ment swims in                 sight, those misted baths in Bursa where Woman flows                                                         as light.