Day One Hundred and Eight: 8th November 2012

The cawing crows fade into the distance,
And your breathe on my back,
Cools the summer warmth,
Splashing through the window,
Golden tendrils across the bed,
Rippling on dishevelled sheets.

Torsos in the Afternoon: Pencil on handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2012

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