White Curtains
White Curtains
The room is nothing special. A double bed with a cream duvet against a bland eggshell wall. A picture of a sailboat on the ocean that looks like it might have been painted by a child. Somehow the proportions aren’t quite right, but the pastel colours are pretty. It’s late so they slip under the duvet. She says “It’s hot, could you open the door a crack?” He gets up from the bed and pulls the white curtains back so he can slide open the door. As he closes the white curtains he thinks ”It’s pretty how the light breeze blows them.” It reminds him of how the afternoon breeze blew her veil and long blonde hair. As he slips into bed his new bride is fast asleep. He kisses her softly on the lips and a few moments later he joins her in slumber.
“Whisper my darling
Breathe lovely into my life”
Passionate ripples
lips caress his neck
feeling pulse at her center
mutual release
sun streams through curtains
naked in each others arms
their morning delight
My first Haibun
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