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An invitation February 21, 2013

Posted by aquillam in poetry, writing.
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Because today I keep thinking it is Friday, and it is almost time to go home, that it has been a long busy week, and that I want to go home, curl up on the couch, and stare at a good book (I’m too tired to actually read it.)

I’m not actually very fond of the smell of Geranium, but I had one on the kitchen windowsill in college, so it is a scent I came to associate with that lull in the day that (hopefully) falls between the end of work/class and the start of evening tasks. I’m pretty sure the armchair enjoys that lull too.


Sit Down.
Place your feet between my feet.
Lay your arms along my arms.
Rest your head on my back. 
Sink into my cushions.
Close your eyes 
and breath 
the scent of geraniums 
warmed by the light 
of the setting Sun.


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