Poem 20160113

he had nothing
in his hands to offer
yet she took them anyway

–but my hands are empty

she filled his cupped palms
with cool water

in the dark
they watched
the moon undulate
in his palms

–you have enough

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onecarriage January 14, 20163:16 pm

That’s hot. And spiritual too. Sorry for the brevity–starting my commute! Great poem.
1. crow January 14, 20163:18 pm
  
  Thanks!
Elusive Trope January 15, 20164:44 pm

Lovingly splendid. The last line just works so perfect.
1. crow January 15, 20164:48 pm
  
  Thank you. I appreciate the kind words.
Alexander Search January 17, 20163:20 pm

That’s a beautifully created image, the moon undulating in his palms.
1. crow January 17, 20164:27 pm
  
  Thank you!
Lea Claire Hartley January 18, 201611:37 pm

Wow, this poem moved me deeply, so beautiful! Such selfless love is one of the most wonderful gifts one person can give to another, truly inspiring!
1. crow January 19, 20166:16 am
  
  Thank you for the kind words!
  1. Lea Claire Hartley January 19, 20169:54 am
    
    You’re very welcome! 🙂