Saturday Afternoons
after our long summer walks
we'd come back to my place
& she would lie on my bed
& kick off her shoes
& shoot me a look as if to say,
"well, what are you waiting for?"
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2022-10-25 at 22:18
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