a well-fed love,
time only makes good
first date was wild.
You wrecked your car, so
I put your hand on my thigh and drove
Lunch ended with chocolate covered coffee
ice cream, our mouths learning our bodies,
our souls finding ecstasy in being one.
first date was wild,
and the next have tasted even better.
photo by mehdi pezhvak - on Unsplash
on the anniversary of our first date (June 29th, which is also
the anniversary of our engagement and of our handfasting), my Piano Man and
I have been recreating our first meeting. We ride the same ferry, go to the
same restaurant, eat the same foods, walk in the same park, and end the
day similarly naked in each other’s arms.
We’ve missed the restaurant outings and ferry rides these last 3 years (first
because of the joys of chemotherapy and then because of the pandemic).
But, thank the Universe, nothing can keep me from recreating that yummy day in
poetry… or from ending the day similarly naked
in each other’s arms.
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #1: I Write with My Food.