wrapped in a towel gravity will have its way with

The shard of terra cotta,
                   beloved but broken
                            at some age or another,
             says only
a dripping towel.
             Still Sappho catches
                            gravity's apple,
             the seed within,
as a fall
                  frees beauty from branch
             to lips,
the way my love
             steps from the shower
                            wrapped in a towel
                   gravity will have its way
              with,
and thus
              the Winesap,
                    Honey Crisp,
                             Golden Delicious,
              the sharp cheddar and parsley
                     her body is.

[Kevin Stein {1954- }, 'Sappho's Fragment 63' from American Ghost Roses: Poems]