On
Peaceful sheets
Of silken satin
He
Had been awake
for the time til
All the while
She slept still
Gentle shaft of morning light
A coaxing visitor who
Had waited long
Throughout the night
Gleefully peeked through curtain crack
Placid soft in its delight
To lay with her
Upon her back
Waiting for the harvest ripe
On
Certain space
Transitional ground
Plain and straight interruption
Met supple foothills of
Harvest ripe curve
Her tussed hair
Gracefully inelegant
Fell soft
On
Golden skin
The subtle glory out
Hid her true glory within
On
Peaceful sheets
Of silken satin
He
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