My knees are your table
balancing wine and dips
hummus breath, garlic kiss
snap of breadsticks
Sauna’s hiss
secrets whispered stories shared
mint and myrtle leaves prepared
sweaty backs and steam curled hair
tip up the bucket if you dare|
outside a smokehouse aged and green
with hams and sausages hung from the beams
waiting for the sun and the promise of Spring
Written after going to see the documentary ‘Steam Sauna Sisterhood’
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