11 April 2008

This Afternoon

I close in on your silver and gold necklaces interlocked around your neck.  My body is slick against yours and you bend back, chin to the ceiling.  

The pleated shades are pulled down but light still streaks through the sides onto the denim comforter.  We roll in the slivers and for a moment your necklaces flare.

When your eyes enter the light, I think of jade and a warm green sea.  

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