Poetic Bloomings - Food of Love

July 14th – Today is Sunday, and there’s nothing better on a Sunday than a picnic at the beach. Share your picnic in verse. What’s in your basket?

We trudged through cool, white sand,
hand in hand, hip to hip,
to a secluded, rocky cove we knew,
flipped out the blanket and placed
beach towels as pillows for our head,
tuned the transistor to soft dreamy music
then laughed that we had forgotten
our basket of bread and wine.
We listened to the crashing waves
as the radio crooned Blue Moon
and the stars hummed along
and then…  you kissed me,
long, tender, sweet. I felt giddy
intoxicated by your lips.
Oh, the honeyed words you
slipped into my ear, love and promises
that would endure year by year
and I was filled, completely sated
and thought with bliss, What mortals have need
of food who feast on banquets such as this?