Listen

  He let her bump into the bureau
and watched as the roses he
bought her fell to her feet, the
cool water splashing both of
their summer-warm legs.
  John gently knuckled her chin,
bringing her face close to his.
   The blindfold  rendered her
vulnerable and Sierra  lay
her head in the curve of his
large hand, transfixed by the
sound of his voice,  the orders
he delivered in a low whisper
just above the sound of the
willow tree hushing the moon.



Shauna


3 WW