Silk

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The mornings soft filtered amber light,
Floated in, like falling silk,
To brush, soft caress, on shoulder cheek and lips,
Where they lay upon the pillow.
And lips upturned, warm promise,
A smile projected from her dream,
Perhaps of me, who lay beside her.
© Greg Richards
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