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My Lover - II
I know she's tired,
Yet conceal it from me she's tried.
Kneeling down my side,
She brings a cloth to water,
Taking my battered feet onto her thigh,
Starts to remove the foul.
Patiently washing away my pain,
Makes disappear all the strain.
Cleansing, whilst healing my skin,
She soaks a cloth in water,
Releasing my body from aching.
I forget my exhaustion,
When touched with such caution.
Oblivious of my physical boundary,
She holds a cloth with water,
Allowing calmness to permeate me.
This water refreshing my feet,
Nurturing me, emotionally.
Aware she'd be my water, heed,
If thirst ever threatened me.
Just when I think my strength has ceased,
My lover comes, and fortifies me.
poem
by
Gina Borrebach
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