Perfect Day, Part 2
for my wife on a lazy Sunday in the backyard
A sunsoaked day
with a thousand sturdy limbs of words and
your deep, peaceful laughter
stretching like spokes,
A scent of skin over grass
rolled against ourselves
shoulders shining joyfully pink,
And you, the axis around which I resolve
the sunstung expanse of my afternoon.
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