Poem for her 565

Dear Readers,


100,001 kisses


The note in the old blue book said
This date this time that You'd Be
Here with Me and I'd have almost been
At 98,000 kisses, but we'd still need more
The girl you are reading the note smiles
She was grey of hair and smiled a the thought
The grey was slower than it would have been
But it was still drifting in
As you smiled I had been grey before you
But we met when I was already thus
The note also said
That on date of Birth circa 75
Be thee and me there
The gift would be
That table tennis set we saw that
Also had a pool and cue set and
Shuffle board and the other games
The set would be in a nice out building
In that nice place we have out in the woods
The note was full of other things still
But limited space on the napkin
Placed only a few more notes to read
One said, Unfold me
We did
Inside the folded napkin
A thin tissue paper was hidden
The notes and flowers and spring feel
Was of our own making
That we knew to remind ourselves the clue
We were older than the notes
The chill of the spring or fall air fresh
We'd been kissing the left ankle
With sweet nothings for a long while
Happy Grand X meeting to you too babe
Now follow the instructions
Kiss your left hand slow
Breath in a sigh of freshness spread
The butter soft and the graham cracker crunch
The soft taste of you on my finger tips


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.