
She stood in the open frame of the patio door
The hem of her kimono, lifted by the warm breeze
The air felt heavy, my mind about to fray
I long to touch the slight pulse in her throat
Seconds drag by as I stood hidden
beneath the branches of the blossom tree
I stumble towards her, wanting to offer
The wild strawberries I had picked
Longing to sit, watch her eat
To watch her lips wrap around each strawberry
Knowing this simple act would un-fray my mind
All would be right with the world…
© Anita Dawes 2021
Aah. What beautiful passion and lovely imagery. ❤
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Thank you, Diana…
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Reblogged this on I Write Her and commented:
“The air felt heavy, my mind about to fray” whose mind wouldn’t? 🙂
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Thank you, Susi…
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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