how pillows seemed to grow
on our old love seat
til you swore you could hear
the fizz of daffodils
bursting out of satin gardens
in December?
and our coffee table
where piles of chocolate covered almonds bathed
in liqueur
of some kind
or other…
everything aromatic and
beautiful
and so full of love
the bubbles in our kefir glasses couldn’t help
but join us
as we waltzed in moonlight and tiptoed around snow angels
What was it we listened to…
Debussy?
I remember how
my head swayed upon your chest
and how
when I listened hard enough to your heart beat
I swore I could hear the roar of the sea
the smell of breezes and seagull feathers
mixing with soft fallen snow
and icicles floating in foamy glasses,
as we sat
amongst pillows…
sat up all night listening
to our love ferment
in seashells
(Because I dared an Armadillo)
Oh my goodness! I’m on my knees here; not only is this good but it’s my recipe exactly! Bubbles of ahh are exuding from my pores.
A wonderful write Ms Bouquets❣️❣️
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:)… thank you…
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Ya nailed it!!!
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beautiful
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Thank you :)…
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Wonderfully nostalgic!
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