Naked Unimpaired

We were far from slaving city shops

 where madding crowds dared not go

  Silken trees ushered untread paths

    beneath our feet glistened snow

Crystallized flakes graced tongues

 fondly touching time we shared 

  Only hours before this moment

   We bathed naked unimpaired

Nestled in heavenly warmth

 where misty raindrops spray

  We dissolved into each other

   A tub adrift in winter’s day

Years fled like illiterate dreams

 forged in youth’s myopic vision

  We laughed over distances 

   Poseidon’s realm forgiven

Vulnerability disappeared

 bridged in one embrace

  Craving everything new

   beyond leather and lace

Perfectly flawed mortals

 spirited on winter’s day

  We felt each other deeply

   in the tub where once we played

Our eyes met present moment

 woods enlivened in sound

  Impeding steps before us

   Trees thundered branches down

Startled birds sped ascending

  climbing higher ground

   We looked on astonished

    In witness of beauty found

Embittered little moments

 flew about in broken time

  Imperfect perfections

   shivered winter’s rhyme

Brisk winds electrified 

 reminding strides ahead

   Iced wood did now litter

    paths we feared to tread

Tea cups cracked underfoot

 imprinting life’s crooked mile

  Visions homeward tantalized

   Delirious in warmth’s sun-kissed smile

Frost-bitten moments melted

 in flurries of you and me

  All that was yesterday

   reassured our possibility

Belief’s water a desert stone

 inner avalanches unraveled

  Perdition or forgiveness

   Our faith is the road less traveled

  A tub adrift in winter’s day


          We are naked


Cleansing soil turned in Spring


     We are paths in bloom

        Resilient in prayer

   Summer will come again

(c) 2015 S L Jennings aka Sandy Somewhere “Naked Unimpaired” poem


Image: google common license

About spiritedpoet

No online identity can truly define me. I have a navigation panel with controls, but I understand I cannot control external elements. I believe I am spirited with God (Love) to guide my life. I am human in my strength and my frailty. I somehow safely navigate my children through life's trial and errors. I proudly wear each stripe on my Mom's uniform; though, I still love the silky feel of soft négligée against my skin. I am human after all. Welcome to my Spirited Poet blog. Welcome to me.
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