Van Gogh French Peasant Woman (after Dalou) |
Tiny fingers Wrinkled from 9 months pressing Cling to her finger Like a falling man to the rope That holds his salvation So tiny So perfect So helpless So alive And she is protector, provider Nourishing the spark of life As it blooms like her summer garden He gurgles Eyes shining At shapes he cannot define Wriggling at her voice, her touch She smiles, touching a peach-soft cheek Showing her own dimples A hand drops to her shoulder And she warms At his voice, his touch She feels they are complete Hanging over the chasm of tomorrow. |
 Passion |
Abuse |
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