The Pink Dressing Gown
If the knot were to loosen
your gown would drop to the floor,
and you would be naked
your scented breasts
soft still warm from the night
of dreams.
Coffee and croissant
in-between
the dressed,
and the un-dressed time
at the breakfast table.
This morning
there is no need to hurry my love
our children have outgrown us
let us stay inside and
listen to the rain.
Avie.
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