lost sleep. wasted thoughts.

this will be fatal

boxer shorts and 3,456 dinners and hot baths with a book
pastel bath salts, pink sea green lavender ocean blue
freesia
inspiring the afternoon
hills like pink elephants
they rose and fell
sighing
itching fingers relieved by stubble
soft
water streaming down pale skin
soaking hair streaming
curving smiles tracing tasting glowing goodnight kisses grazing
beige shirts shirts laundered
dark turquoise folding pants folding in
sauntering by round green pools gazing
endlessly

this was fatal

the brightest yellow day
the warmest of autumn days with blazing brilliant leaves
they fluttered and flattered themselves
sun kissed
ironic.
this incredible paradox.
why are these terrible days always so damn sunny?

those unfathomable green pools
watering

itching fingers
unrelieved