Anna was beautiful in reposed read, body curl and lie of fit in small of loveseat’s rest; sky-blue shirt and panties, white, legs and face and arms past curl-raised sleeves in light of window sun.
Slope of ceiling beams above, rays of sun in fall, all of moment appeared in lead and guide and sign to her—beautiful in repose.
She felt his eyes across from room. Her own in rise at turn of page, smile’s share his way. He fluttered like the leaves in wind that danced sun’s morning light in dappled whirl upon her lie.
Piece to scene, as with all the rest, he was drawn and led to her.
She pretended not to see, to notice or to care, but shift of her body, arc-tighten of back in sharpen of profile from curl to upward show, signed different.
Distract from read, he kissed her lips. They were ready and returned.
Hook of his fingers under band, elastic press low to back in low drawing of white’s front, he paused.
Raise of brow, look of eyes, asked him why he did.
She raised her hips. Front’s drawing hand glided to side, his second to the other; she further raised and he drew her free. Next, hands to high, unbutton of the blue, and full open of her front.
One hand to high, other to low; high firm, low delicate, to beauty of her exposed.
Deep kiss’ return as her hands began in undress of him to same.
All the world and moment then drawn and led to her; he no different; whirl and dance of heart and spirit like wind that sang in chimes and rustled in whisper through new of chartreuse leaves.