The Rebirth Poem by Dmitriy Gershkovich

She hasn't seen it in a while,

Technique forgotten by her lips.

Yet chance of hope she tightly grips,

And prays that this is not denial.

While at her heart its absence chips.


She longs to feel it grace her face,

To feel its presence on her skin.

Its warmness spreading from within,

Her heartbeat steadily increases pace,

Thoughts darting, dancing in a spin.


And like a wave it washes over her,

Past inhibitions now swept away.

Its time is here, there is no more delay,

Rush surging from within her core,

She blossoms like a spring bouquet.


Its taste is nothing short of sweet,

A hint of celebratory champagne.

Happiness no longer is contained.

And in that moment, she's complete.

A radiating smile is born again...