Play on the patio

Nancy lounges on her patio. Nobody’s home so she stretches out like a cat on the sun-hot stones, soaking every inch in buttery light. When she stretches out one leg she grins, checks the golden bloom on her thigh, then turns and does the same to the other leg like she’s counting freckles. She lets her shorts ride an inch higher, the fabric clinging as sweat prickles at the small of her back. Cool wine sweats in its glass next to her. Every so often she wiggles her toes against the tiles and wonders, in a vague sort of way, whether sunshine can kiss between her thighs too.