Diffraction

She senses it, anticipates it, as it’s preceded by a look;
His eyes are on her, even though she doesn’t meet his gaze.
His hands smoothing her hair down her back, he kisses her lips.
His breathing warm, softly delivering “You’re so beautiful”
into the curve of her neck.
He doesn’t know his energy for her will never reach its destination –
her psyche.
Something happens as it circumnavigates the splintered damage
that houses her self-belief.
His love for her remains unknowingly, eternally
diffracted.

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Judith Staff’s background is in teaching and early years education. She still teaches occasionally, though now her main focus is in child welfare and safeguarding children. Her work includes delivering training, presenting at conferences, and engaging in collaborative projects with schools around child abuse awareness and sexual violence prevention. She enjoys writing blogs and poetry on topics she feels passionate about. Judith loves running, gym classes and karate. She is married to an art lecturer and they live in Northamptonshire, England with their three free-spirited children, a 12- year-old son, and daughters aged 11 and 9.

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