Whisper over skin smoothed with almond oil.
Pause for a drink of cool water from a thick, hand-blown glass
Pause for a drink of cool water from a thick, hand-blown glass
Whose blue lip lays its weight against the thirst
Before crawling, at last, between fresh linen
Before crawling, at last, between fresh linen
Folded back in welcome.
Solitude is a chosen state
They say. Blessed, even.
They also say it was supposed to storm today
But no rain came. Not one drop.
Soon, it will no longer be today
Or even tonight.
It is time to stop watching the sky.
Rainmakers and Wise Men have the right idea.
Linen, oil, vessels, prayer.
A woman stretched across a bed.
Make an offering, go home empty handed
For the long surrender to a moment
No one dares call
Waiting.
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