A strong spring breeze
Flutters white
curtains of an open window
rays of a noonday sun
brighten the room with a raspberry hue
Saturating it in honeysuckle scent
Read and discarded
Sunday’s paper
scatters across the wooden floor
Suddenly a page takes flight, gracefully falling
Contrary with the
soft sounds of smooth jazz
Soiled dishes cold
coffee
Silent flashes of cellphones
waits on the nightstand abandon
Beside an unmade bed
In delighted bliss
prone on the littered
floor
a bead of sweat rolls
cool down an exposed back,
Peacefully , resting across
a warm chest in sync,
The rhythm of one heartbeat
Sleep takes hold,
drifting softly
Hearing knocking at
the door,
ringing of the bell
no one stirs to let
the world
Intrude on our Sunday afternoon
Copyright © 2013 Glynis Rankin
