Monday, April 8, 2013

Night Moves

Woman With a Towel, 1898, Edgar Degas 



Night Moves

I am moved by silence and the quiet
night that brings no sleep.
In the shower, water gliding down
  arms and face,
A soft wrap of white around
my waist

prepare me for a feast
where I alone will dine.
A dash of pepper, cumin, oregano,
 rice wine and more
over long strings of transparency,
Noodles that shimmer sensuous
in a cradle of soup.

Refreshed and fed by
the silence of the night,
 After all this, I may sleep.


-Gerry@Strummed Words


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