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... waves waves waves .../ splash over my thighs,/ slow to ripples/ that caress my chest. |
| December bath ... waves waves waves ... splash over my thighs, slowing to ripples that caress my chest. This warm embrace of the tub, this slant of winter's weak light, diffused from glowering grey splattered with white. All: anxiety, fright, submersed in this water-of-life, cleansed by the waves waves waves calming to ripples. © 2007 Kåre Enga [164.412] 2007-12-06 |