afternoons

[saw]

she liked it best
in the afternoon
filtered sunlight spraying in
all over the purple satin sheets
reflections on her opalescent skin,
vitamin D
for lovers I guess, and
I never her asked her why

she preferred this, never needed
further clarification
she never once suggested anything to me
with her words, she just gave me
that look
that I understood, she liked to keep
things simple, she liked the afternoons.
I liked them too

[Atehequa]

Nice read.

[Doreen Peri]

it's nice to like it, morning,
afternoon, evening, on the kitchen
countertop, listening to bebop, sloppy
or not, any time of day will do, do
it to the thunder, to the rain, never
explain why, each sigh the forever
of a moment 'cause that's all there is –
the fizz of his
drink going down like a cock
tail

[WIREMAN]

juices flowing
got that anytime
feeling the break-a-day
afternoons speak of
freedom
from chores
from kids
from phones ringin
from having to do
i remember one time
in the afternoon, me and
Ann my 1st wife doin
the do, she forgot she
was boiling eggs
when i heard an explosion
yes them babies are like
bombs...KAB0000000MMMM!!!
nice poem steve

[saw]

atehequa, doreen , mark....thanx, really enjoyed your comments

[mtmynd]

memories such as these were meant to be recalled as clearly as you have proven, SAW... excellent write.