Just one creamy morning kiss,
one evergreen afternoon,
a slice of honeydew.
Our marriage is cheese and wine;
love’s good-humored fondue.
Million years to reminisce
this cogent cordon bleu;
savor what is mine.
And if it don’t work out,
spend a lifetime missing you.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
dVerse~Poet’s Pub | Quadrille 159 – Learn to Labor – or is it Labor to Learn?
44 words “work”~After Bettye Swanne
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
What is this if-it-don’t-work-out, of which thou speaketh?
Nice Quad! Thanks.
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😁 it’s good to have a contingency built in. Thank you, Ron.
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Delicious, and fun. 😁
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Thank you, Jeff. Life should be a picnic, no?
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This was so sweet and tender! Beautiful verses, K! ❤
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Thank you, Tom. 💜 The sweetest fruits of life are meant to be savored, or at least I think so.
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Certainly true – you did a marvellous job here! 🙂
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This is a strong write K. Enjoyed the culinary imagery.
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Exqusite quadrille
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💛love
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I love this to bits! Fab.
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Deliciously done! I especially like ‘love’s good-humored fondue’.
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Luscious! If it doesn’t work out, you can still keep the recipes.
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A culinary reflective piece to savor!
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Thank you, Lillian. Food must be in the brain, a I realize it’s a go-to theme. 😁
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delicious ekphrastic – so seemingly easily wrought as it reads beautifully
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Thank you, Laura. I think it’s just that I can’t tell my muse no, so when she makes a connection, I say okay, let’s go with that. 😁
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Your love is so sensory and alive here, K. One that you hope is forever. The last line in the 1st stanza is my favorite.
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Thank you, Lisa. I missed this comment ages ago. 💜
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You are very welcome, K ❤
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