Reflections 6

with reverent awe
the cradle of my blasphemous hands
lowers her foot
into the cool water of the tub
her skin shimmers
beneath the aqueous barrier
lifting the dust from her travels
from her tired flesh
no words are spoken here
as head bowed and eyes closed
I listen to the silk within her sighs
and as the burden of her journey lifts free
of her weary shoulders
these voices I carry within my shattered heart
whisper a prayer of thanks
to the universe
that she is delivered back
into this small grey circle that is my life
once again to be bathed
in her incandescent

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4 Responses to Reflections 6

  1. Your poetry is so beautiful, each verse a masterpiece. ❤

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