<b><u>My Healing Hammock</b></u> <br /> <br />Lying on my bed of strings made with love <br />my casanova with sheer wings so pure <br />season my skin with your ichorous glove <br />faith divinely soars to vow all a cure <br /> <br />Ah, two souls will sing melodiously <br />spiritually fused together at last <br />intricate healing needed you'll see <br />hence conflict of interest shall surpass <br /> <br />Zealously I love your soul forevermore <br />for being the warrior you truly are <br />for opening my hearts shoaled corridor <br />while all along erasing my souls last scar <br /> <br />I remain in this hammock made of love <br />healed I am by our faith in the spirit above. <br /> <br /> <br /><b><u>Copyright © 09-20-2007 Kristin Roth-Davis</b></u> <br /> <br /><b><u>Author's Notes: </b></u> <br /> <br />I was inspired while feeling under the weather... I was told by one of the best people I know and love that they were building me a hammock made with strings of love. I could rest on it and heal at the same time. <br /> <br />i-chor: noun: 1. (Greek Mythology) The rarefied fluid said to run in the veins of the gods. <br /> <br />i-chor-ous: adj.<br /><br />Kristin Nicole RothDavis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-healing-hammock/
