(Hendrickje bathing, by Rembrandt, 1654)
I swear by all that’s holy
If you keep stepping on there
It will steal your soul.
When you lose, you feel uneasy
When you don’t, you feel worse
And all the time you look the same to me
Stepping radiant from the shower,
Torrents streaming from your hair
Like a goddess at her bath.
Hendrickje never had a bathroom scale
Neither did Venus on her half-shell
And you surpass them both.