The Marriage of True Minds

“The Picnic” Auguste Serrure, 1883

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


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