Thursday, October 7, 2010

The morning hour

Soft curve disappears into the plush cashmere
That rises sharply, hugging the hip and hiding it from prying eyes.
Her skin is luminous, with fine blond fuzz glistening in the dawning light.
Colour of a ripe apricot.
Her arm rests lazily against her face, preserving her repose uninterrupted.
Hair scattered, chaotic auburn aura in the pillow´s creases, she sleeps.

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