At the park

Mrs Jones

11am on a Saturday morning 
Our bench 
Your existence defines bitter sweet 
Handing me a slice of cake 
With no hesitation only anticipation 
Our sweet talks under the sun 
Staring at those lips as noise pas through 
Handing me another slice with such energy 
Mind in the clouds but body present 
Face inviting pleasantry another slice as sweet as the last …..never enough 
Eyes calling me by name to come close
This song and dance never expire only inspire 
Another slice with such delight smiles is cherry on top ………..she gives me another slice, she gives me another slice, she gives me another slice it’s sweetest taste of paradise ..never enough is given un quenched hunger lingers 

Oh sweet delicious delight sight of you will never escape my memory of the times we had
…Mrs Jones 

Story telling, jazz, blues, delta blues, chicago blues