Skin to Skin
You lend me your softness
so that
I might remember
the gentleness
that resonates
from touch
skin to skin
and back again
A heaving
of dark days
folded in upon itself
unwinding
amongst the tangles
of
eggshell blue
Egyptian cotton
Your tenderness
spills
like liquid silk
creating rapids
along each softened ridge
to refill
my languishing
vessel
Flood Ravaged Queensland
broken waters
from river banks swollen
bore down upon humanity
…unleashing with fury
an urban tsunami
a mother’s heart wrenched
her love denied
for an infant snatched
stolen
by a force indiscriminate
…screams turn to whispers
see arms extended
on roof tops, hopeful
to bodies floating
life sucked upstream
…another tragedy
another helpless victim
the grief of Queensland
sunk in the psyche
of a nation, stoic
determindly dedicating
tear stained pages
to heroic tales
of
heartache
….and rebirth
Only Sixteen
She was only sixteen
They said
Her juvenile notions but fleeting
Extinguishable by a puff
of clandestine condemnation
Like sixteen candles
Stuck helplessly
On vanilla sponge
with cream
She was only sixteen…
Caught at the mercy
of life so confounding
Deceit and damnation
The only maiden offering
Her will torn
Dismembered
Anchored in roots
….turned rotten
Whilst visions in shades of joy
and hope
Flickered mercilessly around her head
…I was only sixteen
Colleen DuBois ~ Reflections of Me 
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