Laying in bed naked, the window is cracked.
Late night wind hushes the sheet on my back.
Lose hair flutters, kissing my cheek.
Feet dangle, toes tangle,
bare in the breeze.
Burnt firewood fragrances the air.
Candlelight flickers, beauty beware.
I dream of angels and sweet memories
My mind is a calm, collected center-piece.
In the morning, sprawled out on the porch swing.
Sipping on coffee, exhaling smoke.
Relaxing with spring.
Fresh shaved legs under a blanket are hugged,
a comfortable sensation which I love.
Waves almost as wild as a lion's mane,
a bed-headed style
I have yet to name.
I am inside now
The smell of laundry washing floods the house.
All alone I sneak around.
Strawberries, sugar, and shortcakes come out.
A deceitful, desert delight is in sight.
Whip cream here, chocolate there.
A perfect afternoon.