The Divine
My feet feel their way
Along the rocky river bottom
Arms balancing
Waist bending
Ankles slipping, twisting,
Toes gripping on algae-covered stones
And maneuvering
Through ice-cold hell
Hell
Hell
Hell
Until you.
A warm tuft of grass and clover
Soft and green
Ankles burning with warmth
Love
Salvation.
Copyright © Christina Bagni | Year Posted 2021
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