haven’t we

A Princess, a priest, a legend
Hot as a dream
Cold as the room
When you get your leg
Out from under the hot air
Salt On me
For being impervious
And I watched you
Sick and mending slow
Needing fluids ever so badly
Happy to get a dip in the tub
More tired than I ever saw
You before
And that is really saying something
As clouds of memory
Like dogs drifting in from an imaginary shore
Fight while they snore
The thunderclap of experience
You have drawn in
Atop this rainshower
Outside our window

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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