The woman crossed one thigh over the other.
One red pump sat on the floor
while the other rested in the air.
Slowly, she slid her naked heel
out of the hard, sleek shoe
and slid it back in.
The man reached behind his head
and grabbed the fabric,
pulling off his jumper.
For one moment his shirt lifted too
and exposed
the soft skin beneath.
1 comment:
This is a beautiful poem -comment by Elio Novello (sorry about my profile name of eliofrankie - Frankie is one of my beloved dogs.
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