*(originally published 12/26/10)
The bathtub snuggles her
in the warm blue water.
This time pink takes a back seat.
Alone tonight
with her dreams for company
the memory she keeps locked up for safe keeping.
The feel, the touch of his fingertips on her soft, young skin
the lightness of his touch
awakening.
Was it last week? Or a hundred years ago?
Champagne in a sippy cup, crystal flutes safe on a shelf
Oh, night divine.
No comments:
Post a Comment