A back bedroom, windows left naked by open drapes, the fading sunlight casting shadow, and our unadorned coziness in bed atop the landscape of sheets.
We drank each other in, a full buffet. Our minds absent, we were unaware of being undraped.
The roar of hogs, bikes, cycles, you know, in our outback under the five-apple tree, were two bikers.
Startled from revery, she said, " Oh no!"
"Too late," I opined. "It doesn't matter now."
She leapt au natural to the windows and closed the shades as she looked out at our surprise visitors.
Then she smirked, and declared, "I hope they enjoyed the show."
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JDB (Pseudonym) (
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I'm sure they enjoyed and envied the show. I know I have enjoyed this poem immensely. Thank you for such a fun piece.
I am glad that you enjoyed it. It was meant to be fun. If anyone could have pulled it off with aplomb, it would have been my dear deceased wife. Again, thank you.
What an incredible memory, she must have been amazing!
She was amazing.
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