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(In reverie of a rapturous disrobing)
Feel young again, my bathing girl!
Draw on the Joy
The limpid pool of life
That nourishes your name.
Feel young again, my bathing girl,
Firm-fleshed against all ills
In that deep, loving light,
Lucent as a red-flushed sky.
Wear Priestess robes,
Make deepest awe
Till you release them,
Triggered by our bated breath.
Span the enchantresses of history,
Holding their time-frozen heights
And span their cosmic bridges fo the present,
For now you shine!
Let that apparel now cascade
And show you poised
For water's communion
In glorious luminosity.
Holding all breath.
Your radiant beams
From your magnetic casing,
Beauty to adore.
Reveal yourself
In the glory of a life's new morning:
Let our two bodies
Be each other's mirrors.
Banish and shrink
The blights of darkness.
Draw on the bubbling rills of health,
Feel young again, my bathing girl!
By David Russell
Copyright 2007 by
David Russell & Bendricks International.
All Rights Reserved.
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