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The Andersen Chronicles #33

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Failing to focus on a writ of summons due Monday I sit at my desk and watch you sleep.
Splay of dark hair against white pillowcase.
Smooth naked skin; nape of neck, curvature of calf.
Soft sigh as you wake and open your eyes.
A smile.
“Working?”
“Trying.”
“Time?”
“7:16.”
“Let’s go running.”
“I really need to finish this.”
“Let’s go running.”
“Coffee?”
“Let’s go running.”

On the meadow, green is turning yellow and red, crumbling into orange, falling from the scattered trees.
Flakes of decay, I notice.
Kaleidoscope carpet, you say and I fall.
Hard.
Deep.
Undeniably.
In love.

2 comments add one below

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    D.M. almost 4 years ago

    beautiful! (I need to go outside and rake leaves now...)

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    Thomas Andersen almost 4 years ago

    Thanks, Beverley and D.M.

    Autumn is the perfect season for falling in love.

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