Late Afternoon 

by Diane Funston

We lie atop fresh bed linen 

Ceiling fan laps the air

Love in late afternoon

French doors draped with lace curtains

half-mast with climbing roses above

light from skylights

Our bodies 

naked and imperfect

but still working well

So delicious these afternoons 

without the tiredness of nightfall

Soon

dogs having finished treats,

will scratch at the door

but first the shower calls for two

These afternoons 

and ourselves well spent

BIO:

Diane Funston lives in Marysville, CA and is originally from Rochester, NY. She began writing in adolescent angst which ultimately led her to a degree in English from CSU San Marcos. Diane has been published in numerous poetry journals. Her first chapbook was published by Foothills Publishing in 2022.