My Healing Hammock
Lying on my bed of strings made with love
my casanova with sheer wings so pure
season my skin with your ichorous glove
faith divinely soars to vow all a cure
Ah, two souls will sing melodiously
spiritually fused together at last
intricate healing needed you'll see
hence conflict of interest shall surpass
Zealously I love your soul forevermore
for being the warrior you truly are
for opening my hearts shoaled corridor
while all along erasing my souls last scar
I remain in this hammock made of love
healed I am by our faith in the spirit above.
Copyright © 09-20-2007 Kristin Roth-Davis
Author's Notes:
I was inspired while feeling under the weather... I was told by one of the best people I know and love that they were building me a hammock made with strings of love. I could rest on it and heal at the same time.
i-chor: noun: 1. (Greek Mythology) The rarefied fluid said to run in the veins of the gods.
i-chor-ous: adj.
Kristin Nicole RothDavis
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