The Picnic
Our blanket is spread
in just the right place,
as the sunlight through the leaves
dances gleefully on your face.
The season’s change is coming,
but not on this uncertain day.
A slight chill is in the breeze,
it only hastens our love’s play.
The wine and cheese
patiently await their fate,
as we explore the possibilities
and just how well we both relate.
Consumed with each other,
we don’t need a referee.
And we constantly affirm
just how fit “the fit” can be.
As expected and desired
we linger fondly with each caress,
just as we will with sweet memories
that forever we’ll possess.
A note from Chris
I wrote this poem for my Angel Princess upon the occasion of a particularly perfect blue sky picnic day.
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