Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Ken Trimble #6 Yes

We sat on the beach at Skye
looking out to where mountains
stared back at us. I was expecting
knights on horseback
charging through the mist.

Our picnic began with a swig
of wine from the bottle with
the cork floating around an ocean of
pinot noir.

We cut the cheese and tore the bread,
it was our way of celebrating communion.

An hour passed or was it two?
We never spoke
it would have ruined it,
language always does.

The following morning
I walked with her on a country road.

I leant towards her and kissed her.
She smiled and said yes so I kissed
her again.


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