Your legs on top of mine,
sticky, you recline--
eyes wide on a book,
mine droop low
with the wine in our glasses.
The summer heat
hangs in the drone
of a struggling refrigerator
while accompanied by purr
and the cat’s warm fur,
together a symphony
sounding my lullaby.
Jul 14, 2011
Jul 14, 2011 at 10:39 AM UTC
Your legs on top of mine,
sticky, you recline--
eyes wide on a book,
mine droop low
with the wine in our glasses.
The summer heat
hangs in the drone
of a struggling refrigerator
while accompanied by purr
and the cat’s warm fur,
together a symphony
sounding my lullaby.
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