Saturday Afternoons

after our long summer walks

we'd come back to my place

 

& she would lie on my bed

& kick off her shoes

 

& shoot me a look as if to say,

"well, what are you waiting for?"





Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-10-25 at 22:18

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
First-class writing, Thomas.
2022-10-25