Myself In His Eternal Voice Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
Myself In His Eternal Voice
Bathe me in a Leonard Cohen song
From the waters of the mid-morning rain
As I tango into the thunder and lightening
My bare body cast a glow
I rub the dirt on my skin
Shedding my old one to be reborn
As I rinse myself from past depravities
My skin becomes soft to the touch
Waltzing into the night
I hold myself in his eternal voice
I rub the dirt on my skin Shedding my old one to be reborn As I rinse myself from past depravities My skin becomes soft to the touch. a new sort of resurrection
Bath me with songs of love! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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5/6/2024 11:04:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is absolutely glorious to read....thanks a lot....