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