I stand before you, my most vulnerable moment
Ready to
Hope in purification
A baptism anew.
Fire at the left, ice at the right
I pray for harmony.
I beg for a soft embrace,
not a sizzling lash
not a frosty slap.
I stand before you
drowning cutting falling scalding
Anything is possible. I wait.
To the center, you yield nothing
barely warming
I veer slightly left creeping to the flame.
Slowly you unfold and welcome me
soothing cleansing relaxing
and then you turn away.
Abandon me not!
I pull towards the left
You lash out.
My skin rises pink at your cruel strike.
In frustration,
I
turn
off
my
shower.
Copyright Katrina Rue, 2012. All rights reserved.
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