Silent, Unseen Joys of a Poet
You will never see!
The blithesome smile sipping an
infinitely, heavenly taste of French
coffee.
My hands petting ever so softly.
the fur of my mélange colored
angel cat.
My fingers struggling to type, oh
please, some rapturous poetry.
My brown eyes reflecting the stars
and the moon.
My hands foaming lather with bubbly,
effervescent, Greek soap from Crete.
The jasmine body soap, a blessed
Hellenic treat.
That Guava-Mango body wash,
sends me to heaven.
And now to a refreshing sleep,ah!
Just as the clock strikes eleven.
August 12, 2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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