Wine and roses
Sitting quiet, plucking whimsy,
From a daisy soft and flimsy,
Watching sparrowing shadows spew,
My mind did conjure up a coup.
I would send an invitation.
Full of dares imagination.
A moonlit tete-a-tete for two.
With roses and champagne of brew.
Surrounding a small pagoda.
One fumed with exotic odor.
An aggregate, an omnibus.
Were we would be alone, just us.
And I would shape the world anew.
Whispered in a mellow coo.
Touch you with raptures traces,
Hold you in my strong embraces.
And we would ship on Noahs Ark,
To Edenville, then disembark.