Friday, March 17, 2017

This Morning, In the Shower


                                       ... this morning, in the shower

                    ... my breasts, pressed against your back / you, holding my right hand to your heart

                                                                      ... the grief of remembering



4 comments:

  1. There is an intimacy and mystery in this poem that composes a spiritual interrogative --and is therefor unforgettable.

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    1. I'm so glad to hear from you with this thoughtful response. Thank you so much.

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  2. A wonderful memory, and yet there are tears... I know.

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    1. Yes ... Thank you so much for responding. I hope all is well in your neck of the woods.

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