Almost Perfect
I have laid the blanket,
wrinkle free,
with a basket prepared for two.
An afternoon sun casting shadows
helps to set the scene,
complete.
She arrives.
We sit.
We talk.
We dream
and exchange a kiss,
but stop.
Slowly!
We have the day!
Gazing upon her beauty
I see nothing else.
She, she refuses to turn away.
Amazement!
Because of my romance
she gazes back
and sees nothing else.
I wish to feed her appetite
and desires.
I pull the cork from a bottle
and pour two glasses
of the nectar of love.
She sips,
with sultry lips, divine,
she swallows.
It is time to eat.
I reach into the basket
and take the berries
to feed her.
Her mouth opens
and eyes close
in anticipation,
but it must end.
Those damn ants!
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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