Late Sunday Afternoon

Sunlight peeking shyly, through blinds neither shut nor open,Eyes drifting lightly, lulling me, so content,To take a siesta, the balmy afternoon coerces me,While I, with my arm around you, feel I am in a wonderful dream.
A tale you tell me, a chuckle escapes my throat,Away you sweep, a strand of my hair, sing softly a little note,Laughter loud tries to make its way,Lids so heavy, sleep makes me sway.
I awoke with a start, finding absence there,Where you lay, before the sun retired to its lair,Had I dreamt again of your presence by me? But in you came with a smile and a coffee.Copyright Petrichor and Clouds 2013 at petrichorandclouds.blogspot.com Please do not reproduce the material published here.