Waters Of Your Repose - Poem by Tracey Witt
Rose petal softness awakening
with a silky essence of dawn,
misty light dreams of indigo reflections
remembered but for a moment...
I turn to see you
Still in the deep of slumber,
A slight rise and fall of your breathing.
Oh that I could dive into the waters of your repose,
Illumed but by the inner fires of your spirit.
Swimming naked together
In the freedom of your soul.
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