Hicks

Soft flesh wrapped

around razor edges.

Milk skin, snow white –

Merra called her Snow White

Long, lithe, a cat stretching

in the sun.

 

She cracks a lopsided half smile,

left eye still crusted by sleep.

Real sleep, natural sleep

“Morning Sunshine.”

She yawns, slipping

from under the covers –

 

Stands, silhouetted and nude

before the window, content

A dream? No,

No dream

Heaven –

and she the angle that tamed

this scarred Marine to peace.

 

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