Monday, May 30, 2005

Won't somebody tell me what diddy-wah-diddy means?

Dusty sunbeams filter through
with a warm, hazy glow.
Two bodies entwined on a
rumpled bed.

He lays diagonally, arm behind his head,
gazing at lazily flitting
motes of dust.

She is curled asleep
at his side,
with one leg stretched
over both of his,
one are draped across his stomach,
her head nestled on his shoulder,
while he slowly strokes her neck.

He carefully freezes this
moment in time.

A perfect moment,
stored for recall
during times apart.

A perfect moment,
never tarnished or sullied
with worry or strife.

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