naked

I saw you lying in the middle of the garden
On the bare grass mat
naked
you discolored
I could see your ribs
you were wet
by sweat or morning dew

you invited me to take a picture
………..
because a picture tells more than a thousand words

 

Published by wim harwig

too old to die young, but still making love and not war

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