CHAMOMILE

springs yellow beauty
infuses my bathing waters
golden rays of calm
surround my breasts
as a playful muse
i dredge up her soaking skin
from the depths of the murky water
swollen with wetness
i squeeze her dry
thin, frail, lifeless
as she drops back to the waters edge
i see her swell with new life
the cracks in her skin
allow new light
to fill her well within
this dainty damsel in distress
needed a loving hand
to show her she was still
full of breath
and her life had not
come to an end
this strangers union
engulfed her soul
and began her journey anew
the frailty of life
was just passing through