soap

Blessed to be in your presence.
Your greatness encircles me
Like lace bubbles ‘round my knee in the bath.
Enraptured by words you chose.
Pulled into your pool
So deep
And weak with simplicities.

I’m washing myself with verbs.
I’m rinsing off impurities.
I use poetry as soap.
You’re hanging on my rope.
You’re hanging on my rope.
(c) 2003