Milka lay on her bed.
The window was open
to let in air on the warm
summer's night. Moonlight
in a corner, few stars
visible from where she lay.
The soft pillow held her
head in a gentle hug. She
had discarded her nightwear,
and lay naked gazing at
the full moon. Benny had
been there earlier that day.
They had been in this very
bed making love. Now she
was alone. Her parents were
downstairs watching TV,
she could hear the distant
sounds in her head. She
and Benny making love
while her mother was out
shopping and her father on
the farm, and her brothers
gone fishing. She was hot.
Sweat lay on her wet brow.
She wished that Benny was
with her in her present now.
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
Milka lay on her bed.
The window was open
to let in air on the warm
summer's night. Moonlight
in a corner, few stars
visible from where she lay.
The soft pillow held her
head in a gentle hug. She
had discarded her nightwear,
and lay naked gazing at
the full moon. Benny had
been there earlier that day.
They had been in this very
bed making love. Now she
was alone. Her parents were
downstairs watching TV,
she could hear the distant
sounds in her head. She
and Benny making love
while her mother was out
shopping and her father on
the farm, and her brothers
gone fishing. She was hot.
Sweat lay on her wet brow.
She wished that Benny was
with her in her present now.
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