Sunday In Spain
We stroll the barrios of sweet Madrid
A world of ill concern thus wafting by
Reflections of the day alight your eye
Still here we are alone amidst a crowd
The only two attentive souls on earth
A wistful world of introspective worth
You nip a glass of absinthe patiently
The drops upon your lips to tantalize
I kiss it off and taste with open eyes
To flit your tender lashes with my own
A deep and secret pleasure I obscure
I watch you as I kiss, lids so demure
I muse to what you ponder, lids so tight
Whene'er our mouths meet, is it fantasy?
Oh, do your dreams rest on exactly me?
The market spins about us, silly fools
To sew its charm romantic, once again
Two rascals mad in love ... in sunny Spain.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "As Easy As A-B-B" Poetry Contest, Nina Parmenter, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Standard Contest 160 Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
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