Sandals kicked off; then you removed your shirt
and bra; and, next, came off your long-hemmed skirt;
leaving only your dark tan pantyhose,
the kind with reinforcements at the toes.
Then you reclined into a casual pose,
drawing out of a day too much like prose,
this moment solely made for poetry,
provided in our coupled privacy,
to which this poem is witness, publicly.
Starward
[jlc]