Treasure Island

Shelly Stevens

In The Fading Afternoon

In the fading
Afternoon I find
Myself restless and
Wanting to touch
Your beautiful face
Or hold you
Close and hear
The low rumble
Of you voice
As you tease
I want quiet
With you
To watch you
Read as I
Wash dinner's dishes
Or brew a
Cup of tea
Or write notes
Or sit silently
Inching my bare
Foot closer to
Touch your skin
And watch you

Submitted: Thursday, March 14, 2013

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