Love
Sunday, November 11, 2018 |
| Love |
I play with a grass blade
Tickling you as you sleep
Among the flowers in the meadow.
I like the way you wrinkle your nose
Hushing away imaginary flies.
Shadows from the willow tree
Are dancing across your face,
And the world is silent.
I wake you and I kiss you.
You have the taste of sweet coffee
In the morning,
The bitter taste of beer
Enjoyed on our sunny porch,
On a hot day afternoon.
You taste like a glass of Tokaj wine
Like drinking love directly from your heart.
(2018)
(Unpublished)
Inspired by Music!
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