Divine kiss

Poem written in Aug 2016

She kibitzed over her cup of java,
I listened
Her eyes fired and sparked as lava
She softened her gaze
Her eyes glistened
Her words were gauze to my wounds
Soughing thru hillocks, lilacs and blooms
Then she sat down her cup,
As I did mine
We shared a kiss, me and my wife,
So divine!

~ Maxwell Ryder

Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

This remained me of how my Mum and Dad used to sit opposite each other over breakfast; with her making remarks, dad staring into space and mum probable thinking …is he really listening? Good one … enjoyed the read! :-)

[Maxwell Ryder]

This is where love is really consummated, not in the bed. Do people listen in love? At least this is what I think.