Kimono Dreams, The Morning After
by John H Bidwell
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Kimono Dreams, The Morning After.
It was a dream, but we lived it,
And we are still living it.
Can we ever rise?
We sit in the big comfortable Hotel chairs
At the beautiful pine table.
We could not look more disheveled-
Or more beautiful to each other.
Please don’t touch a thing.
We earned this look,
And we wear it like royalty.
Every scratch, every bruise, every muscle ache
Is a gift from God.
Our giddy smiles betray our secret...
We are the survivors of our own passion.
Last night was over the top.
We don’t always want it like that-
But it happens.
Last night we updated all the manuals,
But we know we wrote the book.
Still, we will go back to bed yet again.
But we know this time it will be a gentle song.
I will apply myself to you
As a soothing balm.
This time, with the blankets over us,
We will make a warm cocoon.
You and I are one love-
Each a wing that carries us aloft together.
Last night we danced with shooting stars.
This morning we will join the sun
In painting the sky.
Pick a color.
I just can’t find a way to thank you
For making this all possible.
Happy carefree butterflies
Escape through an open window
And life goes on.
John H. Bidwell
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|Reviewed by Diana Wiles
|Beautiful, and so uplifting!....
|Reviewed by Richard King
|Living the dream.... "And life goes on." And all that stuff in between. You certainly got my attention, John. Nice write. Thanks Dick|
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|lovely writing, colorful. ~ Morgan|
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Colorful beauty John, this is sincere and a song is sung~|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|an exquisite love gift for your lady! Beautifully written!|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|John you are the lover every girl dreams of... I suspect.
Spiritual communion meets Eros! Passion and sex let God in...
This is such an intimate and sensual poem with a delicious maverick streak.
Rose-red or the blinding light of yellow
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Oh my.....lovely writing sweet man...as always a pure pleasure to read you.....sighhhhh..Hugss,much love too you..|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Beautifully strung out words, John.
Only the butterflies understand the more intimate sighs and moans.
Another chapter has been written
in the book of love's escapism.