In My Evenings
You are that glass of wine
After a long, long day.
You cover my body in
A gentle, warmth.
Soft, slow, smooth,
You steal away my
Preoccupations and
Replace them with the
Quiet reassurance that
Some moments are meant
To exist simply for
Their own merit.
Tomorrow will come
Soon enough but
I can leave it there,
To care for itself.
~Evan James~
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