3 p.m.

supple and pink
your skin smells sleepy
warm afternoon sunlight
defining your contours
cacooned in crumpled sheets
a lone strand of tousled hair
visible on the soft pillow
a finger emerges
then a hand
an arm
pale and slender
hiding your smiling face
peeling away the covers
inviting me in
to touch you again

Digital Image

© Dawn Whitehand 2014