Hand and knees
across the cold tiles,
moving with bound grace
across the cold tiles,
moving with bound grace
Nude limbs, nude body
even her soul was
bare to me
Eyes with tears
of pain, of joy,
of all she had
shared,
offered,
endured
~
This, That, and the Other Naughty Thing
1 comment:
That is a beautiful poem, Honey.
Thank you for sharing! ^_^
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