Wednesday, March 16, 2016

his hands, 
his eyes, 
filled with 
running water
his shoulders
heavy with uncertainty. 
i rub dark honey
into him,
whisper prayers
above his 
wet eyes.
the water recedes

-soothe


2 comments:

chelsmichalwrites said...

you are a good bengali wife :)

J.K. English said...

thanks chelsea beebee. and you love yours well also