" that dreamy caress "


sunlight through a patterned curtain on a bowl of glistening fruits on the kitchen table.

a rough hand over the long supple lengths of a low pile carpet.

the wash of eyelashes fluttering back, forth, and all around upon your cheeks.

the shuffle of bubblegum sneakers, loosely tied, across the dirty formica floors, while a sam cooke record croons in the background.

fresh sheets stretched across the expanse of a full size mattress. the window is open.

lips brushing up against one another in the darkness, blue stars sparkling in the near distance.

tonight's homework:

go for it, because today is the day, tonight is the night, and there's nothing to lose from trying.