Comfort Of Her Husband’s Hands (rev)

 

The journey to the wedding was a
tour through realms of girlhood once
again, a jaunt into the dreams and
recollections of a timeless age, of
sybaritic memories of nymphs whose
age was shed to don their gauzy wings
and fly with ease from leaden weight
of stolid feet.

And in the naked dance upon the
beach they were an essence of the
spirit free, in 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