Private Thoughts in public places

[thetexaszone]

[size=7][color=Blue]Fishnets


Afterwards,
when the room was quiet
she noticed moonlight
filtering through
the wooden blinds
laying down lines
like a relief map,
on rumpled sheets


she lay
still as silence,
a black slip
twisted 'round
her soft topography
holding her in place


a frozen still-life
but for white-hot fishnets
moving down her legs
in paler shades
of midnight.
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