
We steal moments when we can
and hold each other like we used to
and thus stoke the fires
that made us one.
There, in the kitchen where the smell of garlic
coats our skin or in the pantry
where we cannot be seen,
let’s share a kiss and enfold each other
in an embrace that admits no other in.
We will hold forever in that moment
that dishes wait, the meat stews, children play
and then let go knowing that forever
just got richer and longer.
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Thank you for coming by.
This is beautiful Imelda. A description of true love amid the routine and mundane.
So romantic and sweet.😊
How romantic Imelda ~
Moments stolen in the middle of ‘life’ mean a lot.. Diane
Simply gorgeous! 🙂
Simply lovely! 😍
Hey Imelda… you romantic you…. love it…
🙂 Thanks, Bulldog.
“In an embrace that admits no other in ”
– superb
romantic and beautiful !
oh my…so sweet and loving, Imelda! “and thus stoke the fires that made us one” love, love it! ang galing 🙂
Thanks. 🙂
Sexy garlicky yum
Sweet & nostalgic, ate Imelda! Indeed, an old romance worthy of keeping for. Smiles.
Thank you, Kelvin. Kamusta ka na? Your poetic talents have been sorely missed. I noticed you deleted your previous poems or is the Bystander a new blog?