Early moments call as midnight hours wane
languid rise into the kitchen; silent pace
the faucet gushes, trickling down like rain
Submerged in mellow heat, swathed in warm embrace
unhurried hands wipe the soiled dishes clean
cascading cadence sets hearts afire; thoughts race
Philosophy melds with joyful cleanse; pristine
pondering, musings and crazed babble – I think
as comfort settles into pensive routine
Reflections mirrored in the basin, the sink
grime and mire washed away in a tender kiss
as pooling waters tug forth the dormant link
Pure metacognition ‘gainst the dire abyss
perfect solitude measures the perfect bliss.

And your diction is superb
. I love the idea of a kiss washing away the dirt on the dishes....that love can cleanse... It's a wonderful eureka moment.






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