the air that my heart slowly
acquiesced to and everyday
I begun to taste it, too. No
nectarine spilled its drops of
poignant juice on my tongue
and no human touch ever
assuaged me; in my oneness
I felt no more magical balm
and my hope disappeared
through a sieve after so long.
I felt fastened to my bed for
hours each day in my malaise
til in the pale light of morning
it was perhaps a little feather
or a half written prayer that
swept my forehead, its rare
stroke against my skin that
averted my path to heaven.
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Bobbi Sinha-Morey's poetry has appeared in a wide variety of places. Her books of poetry are available at Amazon.com and her work has been nominated for Best of the Net Anthology in 2015, 2018, and 2020 as well has having been nominated for The Pushcart Prize in 2020.