Packing

harmonies, sweet and hot

sisters voices spinning tales

expounding the love and greatness

wine, cool and pink

tang on my tongue sliding down a thirsty throat

slurring it’s way into the afternoon

windows, thrown open

sun breezing in kissing the shoulders

skinned in sweat from workin

hips, swaying in time

lips, singing all the words

dreams, blossoming in tipsy afternoons

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