One word at a time

I loved that table in corner
Where we met those rainy days
It was lit up by a lovers’ painting -
They picnicked on a patchwork quilt
While lavender bushes speculated
Which delectable snack
He’ll squeeze through
Her waiting lips next.

Now, when I meet
With my laptop, there -
I cannot call it ours anymore;
I step into that picture
And imagine your rollercoaster giggle
When I slamdunk
A strawberry into
The scrumptious hoop
Of your lips

I'm writing our story,
Each stinging twist
And damning delight
And I know, one day
You’ll know, it was me
Telling the world of our love
On our picnic blanket
Where I undressed you
One word at a time.

Reviews

[Ardra]

I'm writing our story,
Each stinging twist
And damning delight
And I know, one day
You’ll know, it was me
Telling the world of our love
On our picnic blanket
Where I undressed you
One word at a time.

you do tell the story beautifully to the world :)
enjoyed reading it... especially the above lines

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thank you....a few hundred pages to go though...;)

[B]

This is so lovely
and so beautiful