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Saturday Morning
by Joseff MaratTwo lovers lie in bed
highlighted by the summer dawn
golden sun warming the naked skin
and the careless white cotton sheets
she turns, he rises
it's not yet half past nine
she fades back away
into momentary slumber
the sound of percolating coffee
echo's from the distant room
he tiptoes round the house
careful not to wake her
he peaks through the door
checking if she may stir
yet, motionless she basks
an idol of absolute perfection
her back is exposed
the side of her cream breast
long black hair flows
and a touch of powder blue panties 11/03/2005 Author's Note: ... I know. It's unfinished right? No. I came across a photo that's described in this last stanza. The entire purpose of this was to describe that photo. So, in reality, it's all a build-up; only if you know what you're expecting though. Everything before that stanza is non-related to the photo, btw.
Posted on 11/03/2005
Copyright © 2024 Joseff Marat
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 11/04/05 at 04:06 AM Actually, I don't think it's unfinished. Perhaps ending it like this leaves the reader to being able to complete the story in their mind. I love this. |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 11/04/05 at 10:56 PM You captured the scene beautifully.. there's something extraordinary about the mundane, its what really counts in this world. Great read. |
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