by Jerry Ratch
My lover passes the healing comb
through the hair of my soul
during the night
as she retouches my youth
And now I can rejoin the hierarchy
where they sit
on the steps of life
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I like this very much...
Wish someone or something would REVIVE my youth. *
This soothed and rejuvenated me before I opened it. *