15th anniversary...

New Love

Gossamer blankets the evening.

Passion stirs the silk.

Moonlight touches the pure night

of our new love.

Tentative kiss by your side porch

after a first date over hot coffee

with ice cubes.  Clutching my arm

tightly in a dark theatre after meeting

in a bookshop with a best friend who

you kicked under the table, mouthing

the words, ”No I Don’t want to meet him.”

Ignored…graciously you sat.

Your friend gave me your card.

later, nervously, holding it, I dialed

your number. 

You said, “Yes.”

Now,

Gossamer blankets the evening.

Passion stirs the silk.

Moonlight touches the pure night

of our new love.

Love,
Marty