In a diamond city night we’re
taxied through floodlit streets
angled snow alabasters old facades
medieval histories beyond all guessing
Flanders is frozen outside this misted glass
the two of us sitting nose to nose
our tongues loosening aperitif smiles
white burgundy cutting through brie
making heads light and cheeks flush
and toe touch toe
Our eyes meet when bare soul strokes calf
kissing slim fingers one by one
plied each day to taut cello strings
sneak previews to plots and suites of night
image and poem © copyright David F. Barker
* sorry, but this is an oldie!
Ciscography 
our tongues loosening aperitif smiles
white burgundy cutting through brie
and toe touch toe….really nice intimacy in this…
our sould strokes calf…kissing each finger…dang…
diamond city night & floodlit streets are great descriptives as well…
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seems you’ve caught a moment in time
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hmmm nice…beautifully sensual…loved esp. the …love that you include taste as well
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It is lovely every time i read it 🙂
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Thanks Ina, thank heaven it was only imaginary!
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🙂
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And it always sounds good again when read!
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Oh…this is just fantastic! An oldie…but a goodie!
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magically delicious. thank you for this treat.
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Just a lovely write.
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How romantic!
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I really like this! I didn’t realize until I read the last line that I’d been smiling all the way through the reading! And the cello painting is stunning!
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Gorgeous work!
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Deliciously described. My favorite line: “Flanders is frozen outside this misted glass”…enchanting!
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angled snow alabasters old facades
Cracking line – if you’ll forgive the inverted pun.
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Lovely, this is a very nice description. And “white burgundy cuttin Brie” really pulled me into your story.
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I can almost taste the brie.
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