Trumpets twirl
And a burst bottle of champagne
Showers both of us with sparkling mist
and reminiscence.
The slack foam in your hair
And sloughing off your
Alpine shoulders seems so familiar
and warm;
Like the
Rapture of those rocky torrents
That poured over me in deluges
when we first communed,
Tangled with your
Lion limbs and my
New feathered wings.
Another rotation,
And you bring those
Shiny gold coins that
bear our faces with you.
Place another in the slot or
in my hand and
We'll press rewind and watch
It all over again,
Laughing,
Kissing,
And contriving
For there's nobody with which
I'd rather share
These fond feelings and
That sweet, redolent
Foam in your hair.
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Champagne Kisses
PoetryA love poem about enjoying and celebrating memories with a loved one.
