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Candles in the Moon

by Becky Franklin

at night on edge stressed
body aching all over
longing for a reliever

thoughts of slowly
one by one shedding
my rumpled cares

my bath awaits
with hot bubbles floating
and candles glowing in the dark

easing into the water
I slowly and languidly sink
onto the rising tide
and float on its playful whim

laid all the way back
above my head
a full moon hypnotizing

as I’m entranced
upon the waves
the candles glow
one by one
suddenly go out

and my moon glows full
in my fulfillment

Copyright © 2007 by Becky Franklin

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