Saturday afternoon at Ned's Point

at Ned's Point,
with the verdant grass
swelling at our feet,
I lay the crisp white bedspread
stretching it out, each corner,
to a perfect square,
and watch as you
slowly place yourself there;
you are the loveliest sight
that I have ever seen,
mavourneen;
you are
resplendent,
and your fullness
glistens
with a fine patina
of moisture,
as you crook your finger,
and beckon me,
and your eyes lock
onto mine,
and the air becomes thick enough
to drink,
and I take my place
next to you
forever.



August 11, 2009, for the Wifey.

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