An impulse write as I realized that I hadn’t responded to last week’s Flashback Track Friday #61 that asks what you’ve been up to after midnight. Well, here’s one of the first memories that came to mind.
After midnight
fingers grip
chain link fence
dogs bark disapproval
as the moon frisbee
tosses across the lap pool
out of the mouth’s reach
a nervous unbuttoning
the quick unzip
time to see if our
puzzle pieces fit
a silky dark dip
tread water inside each other
arms and legs in full motion
throats croaking in the shadows
no galaxy in sight,
skinnydipping after midnight.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Very exciting…don’t think I ever did that…😊
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Well, there’s still time. Though I would t recommend cloning the chain link. 😂
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Hehehe!
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Well, it was an after midnight kinda shenanigans.
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😂😂
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Loving the ending lines; I find the imagery throughout this piece connectable and poetic!
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Thank you, Jaya. I like mixing it up, and style is no exception. I’m so glad you enjoyed this more relaxed poem.
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Very evocative sensual descriptions here ❤ – the short punchy lines really convey that giggly eagerness of sneaking out for racy midnight times 😉
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Thank you, Tom. What’s terrible is I couldn’t think of anything else to share that happened after midnight, and so I drank a bottle of red and wrote this. Short and punch might be all I’ve got after a nice bottle of red. 😂
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