The Duet
I watch from the door.
You don't see me, you staring
out the wide window,
turned in Egyptian
profile and gauze gowned for sleep,
still glowing from steam.
I gave you your wrap
of terry, then tracked your scent
to our room nearby.
Oh, you were not there
though I thought you'd be waiting.
So I have come here
and find you sitting
above the keys, with your toes
working melody
in the harmonic
duet of our hope and truth.
At least so I hope.
February 2, 2014 11:24 AM
Oh I can see her there...all towel-turbaned and Egyptian...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteIngenious and quite original.
ReplyDeleteVery different! "in the harmonic
ReplyDeleteduet of our hope and truth." I like that.
...and my fingers are crossed for them both!
ReplyDeleteCreative take on the prompt!
ReplyDeleteI agree with the earlier comments - original, imaginative and lovely.
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