As I close my eyes

 

A sleepy

Sunday afternoon

in this quiet

English garden

lazily stretched out

in soft cotton

and faded denim

surrendering to sun

and shadows

light and cloud

insect buzz

and bird song

summoning you

to dance

in the darkness

of my imagination

as I close my eyes.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

written two years ago on a Sunday – but perfect for today

Art by Ed Bock

 

As I close my eyes

 

A sleepy

Sunday afternoon

in this quiet

English garden

lazily stretched out

in soft cotton

and faded denim

surrendering to sun

and shadows

light and cloud

insect buzz

and bird song

summoning you

to dance

in the darkness

of my imagination

as I close my eyes.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

written last year – but perfect for today

Art by Ed Bock

 

As I close my eyes

 

A sleepy

Sunday afternoon

in this quiet

English garden

lazily stretched out

in soft cotton

and faded denim

surrendering to sun

and shadows

light and cloud

insect buzz

and bird song

summoning you

to dance

in the darkness

of my imagination

as I close my eyes.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Ed Bock