Luxury

There were no drink

That slakes as much,

As the drafts of air

We draw as breath.

There were no bath

That warms as much

As the beats of blood

That soak our flesh.

There were no balm

That soothes as much

As the flush of sweat

Weeping from our skin.

There were no luxury

That delights as much

As the health of a body

In which we were born.