Guardian by Philip Berry

Guardian

The film of bath water
Lends her eyes a living depth
Rocking in the waves, her mouth
Fixed in a shock pout
Floods to the brim
As her titanic mistress
Suddenly upright, without thought
Or motive, clamours to be enveloped
While I stare into the three-inch fathom
And swear myself never
To let my gaze slip.

 
Philip Berry’s poems have appeared in Chrome Baby, Easy Street, Bunbury Magazine and The Healing Muse.

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