Dark chocolate velvet sleeves,
of soaring, slender cat tails
whisper gently in the wind,
as sandpipers scurry quickly,
scattering frenzied bugs about.
A grand old willow gives shade
to the red paisley blanket beneath;
still seductively warm to the touch,
and imprinted with entwined bodies.
Skewed wine glasses bare of nectar.
Clear, cool water ebbs and flows,
Ticking the toes of young lovers,
walking slowly into the sunset.
http: //allpoetry.com/poem/4549669
Kim Schilling
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/saturday-afternoon-romance/
