This return to purity
--a slow, redundant walk
through mud I will always
know--
is cherished by the
most masochistic part
of my spotted heart.
The hot water bubbles
and makes me think
of gluttony
--the starving man's
delight.
But rising again
from the steaming bath
my shoulders burn
with the scalding necessity
of spotlessness
--before You.
And I step out to make
the loop of life
again.