tonyv Posted February 5, 2018 Share Posted February 5, 2018 Brown sunlight creeps through slats around edges and tans her naked shoulder. The smudged stemware on last night's table observes his restlessness. Away, where summer lingers, clusters droop and await, patiently, the harvest. He reaches for a glass. She lets him. Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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