cheek to cheek

Greetings, my digital friends!

The last few weeks have presented you with some pretty dark material. Sorry. Not sorry. Hehe.

So this week, I thought I might lighten things up a bit with something more romantic and evocative.

When writing romantic poetry, I find myself drawn to creating scenes… vignettes.

Something small – a moment captured that sucks you into a sensory setting, rife with emotion, the words on your lips… almost like a soft kiss.

Oh my, I’m already feeling it… hope you do, too!!

As always, please let me know your thoughts/feelings about this poem in the Comments Section below.

-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️

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cheek to cheek

to dance slow in your arms

cheek to cheek

a café along the Danube

shaggy man in a scarf

plays Mozart on a viola

soul surrendered  

lost in his art

lost in your heart

soft kiss

eyes wide

wordless wonderment

butterflies flutter

there is only you

only ever you

there is only this moment

cheek to cheek

our coffees grow cold

6 comments

  1. I’m intrigued by the contrast of passion between the dance and the musician, both lost in their passion of the moment, the ‘shaggy man’ and the kiss. Then back to the reality of cold coffee. Fireworks on 5th November!!

      1. I especially love the last verse ” Our coffees grow cold.” This evokes a moment so engrossing that nothing else matters. This poem portrays how all memories aee stored: we see them as a frozen moment like a photograph. But here the players feel frozen in time as it happens. Lovely Pat!

      2. Thanks, Naomi. I was really aiming for that exact sense you conveyed with the last line. Love it. Isn’t love grand? Cheers! 💕🙏🏻🍷🌹🎶

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