Heavenly Bliss
We sat on a wooden bench,
beneath the verdant bower
Interlaced with the powerful
fragrant scented jasmine, and
the variegated leaves of
the Virginia creeper that turns
to crimson as autumn flourishes.
Red crested birds flew around.
Some rested on juniper or oak trees
scattered around the garden,
mindful that the time of rest was near.
We were in heavenly bliss
whispering sweet nothings.
Soon darkness began to fall
and the gardens had to be closed.
We drifted towards the secluded beach.
Salt air refreshed us from the summer heat.
Quick enough we tossed off our outer clothes
and jumped into the cool smooth sea.
Tired we lay in tender serenity
on the clean fine sand. Until
I drew my wife near. Fire flies flickered,
the wane sun slithered beneath the horizon,
but we remained still, alone throughout the night
awaiting sunrise as we enjoyed our heavenly bliss.
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