Marian Call
Sunday Afternoon
Sun-soaked skin shines hot and goldenInside the glare the sky is whiteA boundless yawn engulfs the lawnWhere dreams are drunk on blazing lightSprawled carelessly upon the grassThe edges of my dress creep highHow light the streams of balmy beamsStroking soft across my thighVirginia Woolf naps there beside mePen falls from hand to find its restEyelids drift, no lashes liftAnd gently rises, falls my breastSleep and wake and time mean nothingTil five o'clock comes far too soonBut daisy-haired and shoulders baredHow sweet was Sunday afternoon
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