Panagiota Romios Poet Free verse

Des Nuits D'Amour

A fine tablecloth, Lenox china,
sterling dinner ware.
Tall, elegant candles in shiny
golden candelabras.
Un chantes, d' amour fill the 
starry night that I can smell in your 
heavenly hair.
The songs of Piaf and Aznavour
soften me, caught in this love-lair.
Massages and sultry kisses.
A sink full of unwashed dishes.

It's time we dance, mon trevor!
Blow out the candles and close the 
doors!
So that, we can, in sweet silence, 
become one with the stars.
Simply, gorgeous you and I!
In overwhelming desire,
to quench our insatiability.
Those glorious moments of fulfilling 
our hearts' utmost desires.

July 19, 2019
6:30pm PST

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Quoth Theraven July 20, 2019 at 9:11 PM Panagiota, Your poem, like your name, sings like a lovely song. A decadent feast for two hearts. I like Edith, but I don't know of Charles. He sings 'She' very well. -Richard Panagiota Romios July 20, 2019 at 11:40 PM Thanks on all count. Listen to Charles Aznavour. Piaf's life story is touchingly tragic. Sings a lovely song...wonderful comment.... Some day may write a poem about my French friends in SF. Magnifique! Panagiota

Harry Horsman July 20, 2019 at 3:47 PM Wonderful poetry, you take me back, to the 'Little Sparrow' Panagiota Romios July 20, 2019 at 4:37 PM Hello Harry, nice to see you..thank you for commenting! Panagiota

Silent One July 20, 2019 at 5:29 AM wow... brilliant... loved this.. Panagiota Romios July 20, 2019 at 1:16 PM Wow, brilliant is a great comment. I do thank you. More happy that you loved it. Many thanks Panagiota

Caren Krutsinger July 20, 2019 at 12:51 AM "a sink full of unwashed dishes" brought me to a screeching halt and I thought, "She is talking about me!" but there are so many things to have fun with and dishes are not included. I think the dishes gave this poem a true sense of reality for this is what we do. Give up the humdrum for this kind of moment. Nicely done! Panagiota Romios July 20, 2019 at 1:11 PM Miss Caren! I totally agree with the sink full of unwashed dishes. Thank you. Panagiota