Although this is not how the WordPress Daily Prompt words are meant to be used, I gathered just enough temporary momentum to make 8 prompts into a wordle poem… I’m still on sick-leave, see you all soon…♥
They swim in the shallows now…
She pours tepid tea over a clean
Cotton dish towel worn thin
And folded in enamelware
Bowl, blue with speckles—
Wrings it out and places it
Against his closed eyelids.
His murmured, “Mm, wonderful”,
Ripples through her, makes her feel useful,
Satisfying the ache in these late years.
His quiet voice, tender, still arouses her;
Harmonizes with her not-so-dormant
Passion as he savors the
Fragrance—“mint, cinnamon, citrus…”
“Is it helping the headache?” she asks.
From beyond the tea towel remedy his
Hand reaches up, blindly searches
For her face.
She clasps it, guides it across her cheeks,
Lips…topography of first shy intimacies…
Then lays it on his chest, to keep
Her tears hidden; fearing the floodgate
Might open, drown them both if he
So much as kisses her fingers.
Theirs has not been the most
Traditional love story—32 years stretch
Between them—but it’s been everything a
Gilded imagination can embroider.
“Heroic denial”, is how he describes her
Refusal to allow the mental movie projector
To play him other than virile, handsome—
Forever in his late-forties, where her heart
Locked him a lifetime ago.
She lifts the lightly tea-stained cloth,
Peers into his fatigued yet unfading
Sky-rinsed river stone eyes.
“Better, now?” she whispers.
“Always, Love”…he pulls her close.
©Jael Sook, 2017 All rights reserved.
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