Oasis (poem)

Are your legs aching, Love?
Shall I rub your feet? Cradle your face?

I was so grateful last Tuesday when you folded my laundry
And talked to me about mushrooms while I drifted to sleep
In the warmth of the lavender candle
Its shadows dancing with you on my behalf

Was the world hard to you today, my goddess?
I'd like to worship you
And do your dishes
And your shopping
And tell you how brave and beautiful and soft you are

Please vent

Gripe

Moan

In a world that sucks us dry
Let's be our own verdant oasis

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