Peace (at last)
She was at peace with all her imperfections.
She loved her skin, mind and body.
Her hands - soft as the silky satin dream,
fabric of the deepest textured desire.
A blanket of softness lay inside her eyes,
draped across her irises, so dark he swore
he could see a whole universe swallowed
inside of them.
But alas; the shimmering stars of
a contrasting white were just tears that
threatened to spill onto a blank
parchment of written vows.
Of shaking interwoven hands and
wedding bells, finally the chorus can appraise
a delicate symphony of love;
peace at last.
- k.h
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