Noon Poem by Stefan nnn

Noon



listless grey
the pall sky
in polish november.
your slip slides sensually
over you.
silk -
giving way to soft flesh;
as you step,
by step
seek a course
across the room
heading stairward
to sleep
until noon

Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: november
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