There is so much beauty

There is so much beauty

In the jumble,

The tumble of life.

When, still warm clothes,

So casually cast off,

Pose dramatically

Across a chair,

The sleeve of a dress

Beckoning seductively

To a shirt

That falls into

A close embrace,

So lightly clasped.

The dressing table,

A riot of sprays and potions,

A de-humidifier,

Unctions and lotions.

The familiar and ordinary,

Blunting the

Cutting edge

Of a cold,

Slate grey day.

The dusty,

Blue washed wood

Of the bedroom furniture

Compliments the

Simple harmony of my thoughts.

Everything

Gels into a perfect whole,

Blending

With her sensual

Gentle snore.

That may be

Barely discernible

But is,

In its own sweet way

A more than welcome addition

A soothing accompaniment

To a quiet,

Beatific

Reflective day

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