She stands still
as the flood flows
down through her hair,
tickling her ******* as she
silently sways to the
cleansing of the wet
by flickering candle flame--

the moss-sea green
walls drip with
radiant blessing,
her selenite wand
radiating light and
elegant love--

she was clean in the
moisture of blessed
running water
in warm quarters
as the blizzard raged outside--