At Day’s End…

Every Picture Tells a Story

Every Picture Tells a Story

I drink wine and listen to her play the sun down.

I close my eyes, and the sounds are her lips touching my skin.

I feel warm, late afternoon, sun as her arms around me.

I watch shifting light on her face; each line a memory it catches and reveals for me.

I dream of her as I sit and when night comes…

I realize the dream.


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