Before you say good-bye, you tell me you plan on going home & getting naked. I do not imagine you by your bed with one leg arching over your space. With a poet’s eye, I paint you outdoors in shadows & light, revealing you the way raindrops on ivy by the chimney would. Your skin glows. Your cheeks flush. Stealing innocence, you sit beneath a blue sky on rocks warmed by morning sun.
I like this ending
Thank you, Pat.
Very sensual poem.
I’m glad you find it to be such.
I love this poem and the image it so vividly creates.
I am happy that an image does its duty in this poem. Thanks for your reply…