Tell me all you know about
the moonlight in a kitchen.
How it moves across
and changes.
About the paleness
of our skin - and the
soap suds up your arms.
[tag word: MORPH - Jacqueline Pye @JacquelinePye]
Poem Challenge: writing 100 poems in a weekend to raise money for EEC International.
I love this poem.How the tide drawn suds and pale light pushes back againt the moon.
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