A Poem for Sunshine

(drafted on a tea bag paper)

I saw us sitting on a porch
...with a view to the sea;
...the winter waves were wild,
but we were calm;
the full moon lightned the hole yard
as we were tangled on a cuddly blanket;
you were humming caribean melodies
as i reharsed a lewd poem;
we whispered at ones ears
not only cause of the sparkling sea noise...
meanwhile, we had extra hot tea and flyffy orange cake.

C. Richter
22_NOV_2010, 01:48 PM