Ode to Lotion

Luminous and pure,

Quencher of thirst and deprivation,

Faintly your scent flutters,

Like wings through a garden,

Livening flowers about to wilt away,

Shooting up through new green stems,

Carrying yourself through the air,

And harkening the rain.

Seeping into skin,

Like a pool of fallen perfume,

Healing problems and soothing conflicts,

A soft-spoken friend,

Who cares only to be accepted,

Taken in,

And held by the light,

That reflects deep,

Through a smooth surface.

Sage 

7-24-12