THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN
WHAT WAS ONCE SACRED
NOW SO RARELY IS...
THE INNER FLESH OF AN ELBOW OR A KNEE
THE QUESTION MARK CURVE OF A WOMAN'S NECK
AS HER HAIR IS PILED UP ON TOP OF HER HEAD
SEE HER AT THE MIRROR
MAKING HER DAILY MINISTRATIONS
FINGERS SLOWLY CIRCUMNAVIGATING THE PLANES
OF HER CHEEKS HER BROW HER NOSE
TODAY THERE WAS A WARM SHOWER AND THE SCENT
OF LAVENDER AND TUBER ROSE
IT STILL CLINGS TO THE MISTED MIRROR
SOMETHING THAT WAS ONCE SACRED SITS HERE
ON AN OLD VANITY CHAIR
PUSHING AT HER CUTICLES AND RUBBING LOTION
INTO HER PALMS AND THE SOLES OF HER GNARLED FEET
TOUCH CAN BE SO SOOTHING
SO SWEET
WHEN THE HANDS RECOGNIZE TREASURE
WE LOVE EACH OTHER BUT NOT ALWAYS
IN EQUAL MEASURE
BUT THE GREATEST LOVE OUGHT TO BE
HOW WE TREASURE OUR SACRED SELVES
AND THE COMPANY WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN.
LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 1/26/2023 1:23 TIME AND DATE STAMPED PST
AND ALSO FOR THIS AUTHOR MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED
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