White shower tiles drips
condensation rests on the walls
while steam dances
around sunny-dave's porcelain prison.
No bars around,
but the thick watery vapour
Lays around like an AB woman’s breath—
waiting… for dave to flinch.
Flushed face flashed glances
of dehydrated nausea.
Here dave sits, sweating
& naked, passing awkward glances
trying not to look at other’s testicles
or vaginas .
Blue and black
the steam blasted sac
Heavy breathing
as the steam streams up his nose,
some folks seem embarrassed.
Others, like dave wonder
if we’re supposed to suck
to lower the nadger heat
down
his undercarriage,
the warmth of every body’s heat
was slowly lulling dave to sleep.
a blast of super-steam isn’t what dave thought
heaven to be,
Blast that architect,
blast that plumber, tony.