The Shine

The Shine

There in the shower

Standing with glimmering droplets

Caressing your body

As they fall into rivers

And oceans

Perhaps you are the reverent 

Young man in the red loincloth

Hands clasp in prayer

Standing in the Ganges

He hears only the drone

Of the river as his mind

Sings Shanti

His long hair vibrating

In the pluck of the sitar

Then I see the light wave to me

From the surface of a stream

As it transforms into the wet skin

Below your back

The droplets of my desire

To reach out

Then to stop myself

As I always have

Denied myself love

Accepting only shame and guilt

This pattern is a ringing bell

From inside the shrine

Of my empty arms

Hear this prayer

As I stand in your waters

Let me find you always

In my emptiness

In your emptiness

As my hair falls 

Down my neck 

Standing in the thunder

Of a million storms

And the flashes

Of my body's lightning

Barry G. Wick

https://agereasonmistake.blogspot.com

Over 600 poems from the last 18 years

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