Actually,
what I’d like,
Is to see them all.
Perhaps one day,
with sweet tea,
scones, strawberry
conserve and clotted
cream. Bare feet,
plush velvet cushions
and hours to spare…
Actually, what I’d like
is to see the way your eyes
flash with excitement
as you tell me their
stories and the way
your voice skips up
an octave as you recall
the days. And of course
we’d need to sit real
close, so I could see,
I’m thinking, my cheek
against your chest,
my hair spilling over
you and your arm
wrapped around
my shoulder…

… Clothes would
be entirely optional.

Karen Hayward ©2018

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