Week’s End


she slept as she sunned
blissful, dreaming she had sinned
no dream: no tan line!


they smiled and snuggled
in the post-sunset twilight
waiting for the dark


wrestling with the night
not insomnia, but lust
once more, the bed wins

Next Morning:  Him

his conference over
leaves the hotel–and her
for brunch with his family

Next Morning:  Her

reflecting on dreams
pondering soft, empty bed
and hard reality


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