Small Song

The storm-tossed hull of me

would find harbour, haven:

this is prayer and poem.

 

This is prayer and poem.

Your body, just five years older

than mine, is tired.

 

Your body, older than mine,

is tired. I would soothe your nerves

with tender touches, with kisses.

 

With tender touches, with kisses,

we fumble toward our own theology.





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Written on 2021-03-20 at 12:09

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Such a lovely caring song of endearment. Beautifully expressed gentle intimacy! Bravo!
2021-03-20