Behind The Fountain Poem by Anita Atina

Behind the fountain in the garden

Is a love seat

A mosaiced wonder crafted by you

How wonderful to sit there

In the cool shade, on a hot summer day

Sipping tea from your lips

Letting our fingers meander, with thoughts

That turn to innocent mischief

Seeing your eyes twinkle

I smile, yes

We kiss tenderly

Playing with the sun and the shadows

The garden's warm breeze

Infuses the evening flowers

With the sweet scent of our longing

Behind the fountain