Sundays

Sunday is for
bathroom selfies
in the art gallery
dinners made of vegetables
dark stormy clouds
rain drumming rooftops
dance-lit candles
lovers making love
secrets shared in a whisper
noses in used books
cheeks on our favorite pillow
record player crackling
as hot tea steams playfully
all while the thunder rolls
right by us.

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