Dusk
quiet
laying
smiling
white
linen
draped
across
a tawny
torso
watching
unbuttoning
shirt
peeling
off
cotton
arms
outstretched
welcoming
eyes
yearning
and lips
asking
final
daylight
slivers
over
your
shoulder
streaking
your
face
in crimson
you’re
my
blanket
my
comforter
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 