Sunday, September 09, 2012

On Peter Graves

I’d like to take an afternoon nap on the couch, stretched out on top of Peter Graves, as the light through the window dims into a summer shower.   
Ceiling fan, hard lemonade, bare feet and potato salad. 
My head on his chest, the smell of a freshly laundered cotton shirt and the man wearing it.

1 comment:

Aconitum-Napellus said...

Oh, yes :-) That sounds ideal.