“Delaware Sheets,” by Eric Robert Nolan (read by the author)

Sharon lies,
a sylph amid the sheets
in our room in the hills,
drawn up around her –
are waves of fabric.
Her warmth is the same
as that of green hills:
gentle, blessed by the sun,
fertile with promise.

Her dark eyes
are as thickets.

 

 

 

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