a poem of love for all
|My love sang a song
brushing my long auburn hair,
spoke of dimpled cheeks,
a freckled upturned nose
my soft hazel eyes
that laugh and weep so easily.
My love brought a wicker basket,
with crystal glasses and vintage wine.
Crusty warm French bread to tear and fed each other
grapes to toss like children
strawberries to sweeten our mouths.
My lover brought a down comforter,
pillow softness for the ground.
We removed outer gift wrapping,
naked sweet surprises found,
giggling children on a merry-go-round.
His gift was a symphony of love,
playing my body from head to toe,
tingling, vibrations and crescendoes.
Closing my eyes, dreaming of stars,
we loved, laughed, sang our songs,
the moon watched with amused delight.