Kissing In the Garden
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
John Ruskin, 1853
We strolled through the formal gardens,
hand in hand, warm in the rare March heat,
taking in the sights, sounds and smells:
flowing fountains full of fish,
twisted and entwined topiary trees,
showy flowers with such heady scents,
Grecian statues and urns.
Ignoring the crowds, I turned to you
and kissed your smiling lips.
Our kisses growing more
and more passionate,
I suddenly remembered we were in public.
An old woman was scowling
as I stroked your long dark hair.
We held on to one another
and I told you I loved you.
Alas, our love didn’t last,
but those memories are still precious.
Sometimes, I revisit the gardens in my mind
and kiss your smiling lips again.
Jack Horne, 23rd June,
written for Constance’s All The Little Pieces
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