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Red Tapestry

tapestry

Red tapestry,
the open flimsy curtain,
against which the frame
of the sash window

At the foot of our bed
where this afternoon
I lie, sleepy reading
a new verse

It pulls me under
rocks my body gently
in slumbers arms
of fragrant kisses

As brilliantly a pair
of thrushes peck
nonchalantly and then
scatter against the sky

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

13 replies on “Red Tapestry”

Not a painter of pictures other than through my words. The gravatar was just a bit of playing on my iPad

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