337 After wedding worship

Posted on February 22, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Our new cathedral, now four posted,
blanketed in quilts and cotton.
Our most holy place, luxury between sheets.
When we take our warm communion,
it is our love substantuated.
Then, as two amiable spoons,
cosseted in the silver drawer,
we sing the soft recessional,
our sighs, hymns of praise to Divinities ears.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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