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poetry haiku: our bodies cradled
April 7, 2009 at 1:33 AM 
hand upon his chest
life against my fingertips
despite his repose
time's only measure
as ocean's emanation,
the sync of our breath
daily atonement
regrets, worries wiped away
through our whispered words.
for more words on the theme: listening
Reader Comments (8)
It's a beautiful thing when we can find atonement and peace.
oh my goodness. That is beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
Gentle and tender, reading almost seems like eavesdropping it's so intimate
Simply lovely- "life against my fingertips" nice-
Deborah is right, I feel like I am intruding. I truly enjoyed this.
Good one!
This is touching and tender. A warm read. Thank you!
This is beautiful Jenica -- thank you for sharing this loveliness:)
xoxo