The Picnic You're summer Sundays, Lazy lidded afternoons... Flicking cherry pips to be scattered and lost Forever, in sundrenched grass. How is it that You can loll so elegantly? Indolent in your confidence. All sharp edges planed, Soothed and worn smooth -Bright as a beachcomber's pebble. All ice-cream sweet talk With red sauce words. I steal a sidelong glance... As if you would ever let Your arrows Fall wide of their mark! I breathe in your prescence And long for you to hold me, Throw your arms round me -Dark as a bear.
Reason for writing:
I have only recently started to attempt poetry!
This was inspired by a rather special personal friend whom I worship from afar !
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