You do not need to ask,
I will pour you a bath; add
Scented flowers and
Golden myrrh if asked.Soak as though the skin
Would crumble, let the
Thought of a child come
If wanted.The towers of Avalon, the
Towels of love will find
You, and dry you as only
I could, as only a begger
Would.Then dress as a child of time,
As the better half of a whole,
As the Lady of Time itself,
Courting and expectingAll.
