like sunlight through the clouds / by Cory Basil

like sunlight through the clouds I had set the old guitar against the freshly painted stone coloured wall and leaned into the furs draped over my worn leather chair. she lifted her upper body slowly from my bed across the room, her hair was a tangled mess of brunette wonder – i loved it that way. the sheets were twisted about, yet neatly tucked just above her breasts.

with half squinting, barely awake eyes of mascara mess, she spoke with a smoky velvet voice

baby, what are you doing?

i've been traveling all morning

from that chair?

yes, this chair and your beauty have taken me to far away places

now there lover, come crawl under these linens with me there is no more need to dream.

© Cory Basil 2o13  [ from the forthcoming release - The Mighty Pen 2014 ]