You ask me
if I “... would want
a drink
of water? ”
“Thank you, yes! ”
You leave me
and I am bereft
of your
Presence
even for the short time
you are in the kitchen.
Your singing
drifts to me
its Chinese
like an unknown incense
wraps itself
around my mind
as if your
soul
danced naked
before me.
I follow the sound
of your voice
rising...here...falling and finally
coming back
to me.
Your smile
blossoms brilliant
as any flower
the slightest touch
of your hand
bright sunshine
to my mind.
You laugh
& offer me
the water.
Here in your laughter
and this simple glass of water
Love is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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