WL Schuett

Sleepy Dreams Fade

window shades half open 

a warm salty breeze 

soft conversations 

drift up from the street 

 

smoke from a candle 

feather pillows 

and lace 

 

spiced wine  red apples

cool satin sheets 

 

the touch of lace on 

sweet hidden delights 

 

deep velvet music 

soft , soulful and blue 

cool beads of sweat 

like mornings first dew 

 

sleepy dreams fade 

from a deep sated sleep 

 

as morning creeps in 

through the window 

like a thief