
Inner chamber protected,
guarded. Scarred.
Misused and abused
before.
Colors over decades
fade.
Doors and windows
boarded.

The softness of you
like dawn.
Patience watercolors
shared canvas in pastels.
Gradually, I reach
to try some,
apply upon my soft shell.
Day by day, ébauche
to a never-final coat.
Overflowing well within
now self-saturates.
Self-love’s ducts
unclogged.
A Master peace of love:
brought together,
soulmates.

Poem and images ©LauraDenise
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