An Afternoon in Bed
The sunlight beams through
its radiant glow glistens upon her face.
Venetian blinds
create horizontal geography
on the canvas that is her body.
She does not wake
or even stir.
You don’t dare disrupt this
tranquil scene.
This is how you always dreamt it would be.
You watch and study her dormant slumber
in amazement of how anything you ever
imagined could be this perfect.
But it is only for now.
You think of a fleeting moment.
A lowering sun;
light turning to dark.
Night always giving way to morning (Oh how you loathe that).
You will wake up;
she will be gone.
A cold imprint on the pillow next to you
becomes your last burning memory of her.
This is how you always dreamt it would be.
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