Seaweed
Standing, eyes closed,
I feel your breath.
perfectly calm, a breeze, a flutter, the quick swirl of movement.
I touch your hand.
It rizes slowly, the enchantement is deep.
Slowly, in perfect silence,
I move your body.
Your senses waiting for every gesture.
Quietly, I lay you to rest,
Standing, eyes closed,
I feel your breath.
perfectly calm, a breeze, a flutter, the quick swirl of movement.
I touch your hand.
It rizes slowly, the enchantement is deep.
Slowly, in perfect silence,
I move your body.
Your senses waiting for every gesture.
Quietly, I lay you to rest,
Still
Poem 2004: Image 2010
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