A THOUGHT
In a fuzzy room,
An Eve-like figure slithers into the water,
Each bubble conforms
To every earned curve.
Angel-kissed skins shimmer in the forgiving candlelight,
As her upswept hair becomes limp from the steam.
A beautiful softness fills her dove-white face,
As she drifts into un-captured dreams.
The sacred room where a minute becomes a moment,
Is disrupted.
She opens her adoring eyes,
As he walks in.
His smile touches his dimples
And he turns to go.
Alone again,
One moment more.
She slips into internal conversation:
What did he see?
The beauty of a girl he met so long ago,
Or the beauty of a woman who has filled his heart with love?
She sees the imperfection,
A youthful body exchanged for a blessing,
For she carried the child
That bears his name.