HAM MAM

A Turkish bath, on the outskirts of Bodrum
traditional..however the attendants were men,
I wore my swimming costume, and a towel
I found the aroma of sweat and inuendo foul
 the naked body of a child holds no sin,
there is beauty in fresh clean eyes and
the unblemished skin, time is cruel it etches
upon our flesh till we cave in,
I felt, being a mother and watching these
Turkish boys act as  scrubbers of flesh
a creeping in my soul..some young
skandinavians did not cover up their
parts and chose to be naked in the steam,
falling under the lather of these beings,
they knew, I didn't  say one word
the universal medium of disgust
 needs no translation,
 the girls remained unaware 
of what they had provided,
 in their innocence of choice
to not  care, for the ideology of others.
likes or dislikes,.
 into Eden and out again,
untarnished !
his tactic fails..
the serpent splashed their backs
was but water off a ducks tail