Lying On a Bench
She lies on a comfortable warm bench
One that is embroidered and very soft
There is a lone light within this dark room
The bench is near a window in a loft
The mood light glows from behind a curtain
And the light leaks on through onto her book
So she can read the great romance novel
She’s lying on the bench in her small nook
Outside it’s nearly dark, and the rain starts
There’s an ambience within this room now
She sighs a pleasurable sigh with awe
The feel of this space brings peace as allowed
She pulls up a blanket, the window’s cold
Her book doesn’t quite make her embarrassed
Where it would warm her up from the inside
The bench of which she lies finds her fairest
Entered into Black Eyed Susan's "On a Bench" contest
3/15/2013
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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