川柳 · 298

·
deciding
if she should she makes
the bed
and
the maple floor
in sunlight
shines
where the moonlight turns
the curtains
blue
as the little house she
lives in
with
the purple painted mailbox
and
the letter that he would soon
be home
and
if she wore
nothing
under everything he promised he would
on
the newly made bed
because
she was so
beautiful and could

she?

·

waiting
····for him—a drop slips down her
········thigh
·
·
Redbud | December 23 2016

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  1. stephaniesubmits says:

    Such a beautiful, dreamy poem :) and, bonus points for the art. Damn….

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