With the chores of the day all done & dusted,
Day´s decisions all made & problems all
busted,
Paella consumed, sangria imbibed, all truly
sated,
Blinds drawn against sun & now my siesta
awaited.
On cracked ceiling, old fan humming & softly
whirring,
Noon heat whispering & crackling & no
life is stirring,
The old cat gently purring, upon my bed, so
soft & cool,
Distant echoes of fountains splashing into their
pools.
The droning bees knocking, upon warm window
panes,
Sweat trickling between breasts, onto pages,
leaving stains,
As my sleep-lidded book winks & no longer
makes sense,
I slip down deep into siesta, Nirvana sweet
& syrupy dense.
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