Comfort Of Her Husband’s Hands

That journey to the wedding was a trip
through realms of girlhood once again,
a trip into the dreams and recollections
of a timeless age, sybaritic reminiscences
of nymphs whose age was shed to don
their gauzy wings and fly with ease the
leaden weight of stolid feet. And in the
naked dance upon the beach they were
an essence of the spirit free, a whim and
charm of minds released, of bodies pure
and senses lent to scents and sounds
and music of the ocean’s bower. She’s
had her hour of great content and now
returns to land her dancing feet again
in comfort of her husband’s hands.
© 16 May 2007, I.D. Carswell