and the silent lapping shoreline of sun rays across
a floor strewn with delicate garments.
A handful of duvet and the warm musk
of night spent breathing deeply
summons a perfect moment to pass by your lips
and across each crisscrossed lash.
It's a moment so perfect you have to lick your lips
and batter your eyelids in want of more... but -
Perfect moments are hard to keep.
So you brush it off and roll over
because a Perfect Day demands
nothing more from you than
your thinking more about it.
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