Apricot in Red Wine




Apricot in Red Wine

for Alicia

She lay wrapped in a soft-white blanket,
imagining how warm it would be–her back against his chest,
their bodies curved around each other.
She has this addicting idea that his thumbs will fit perfectly
into the groove of her hips–his breath on her neck.
Leading him by the hand to her bedroom,
she silently lets him undress her, promising to be quiet,
to be quiet enough that no one will hear
Her naked soul

Charles Coakley Simpson

3 responses

  1. The vulnerability of certain moments .. almost intangible,yet the quintessential muse for the poet. ^!^

    Liked by 1 person

    February 17, 2013 at 7:59 am

  2. gave me goosebumps….

    Liked by 1 person

    February 24, 2013 at 4:36 am

  3. I remember this one.. Excellent post!

    Liked by 1 person

    March 31, 2013 at 8:18 am

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