Friday, March 17, 2017

This Morning, In the Shower


                                                        ... this morning, in the shower

                            ... my breasts 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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