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Sunday Afternoon

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

 a knocking at the door,
ringing of the bell
 no one stirs to let the world
intrude on our Sunday afternoon
Written by Imagining (Glynis)
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