Tonight at dverse Kim charges us with writing a poem about kissing!
I bought a coffee,
settled back in a wicker chair
between the book isles,
started reading Desolation Angels.
Late February threaded light through,
shelves, books, air dust.
Painted shadows on the wood floor.
After several false alarms
a tiny bell announced your entrance.
You busily chatted to staff,
I looked on.
Then you walked up to my table,
and lent forward,
closing the gap of light between us.
welshstream 
That’s a great title, Paul, and I hope one is allowed to kiss in a bookshop! I can think of a few that would be perfect, but I don’t know of any around here with wicker chairs between the aisles. I love the atmosphere you create in the lines:
‘Late February threaded light through,
shelves, books, air dust.
Painted shadows on the wood floor’
and the old-fashioned bell is a special touch.
I love the scenario of the bookshop and that ending line gives it a joyful closure:closing the gap of light between us.
You paint such a lovely atmospheric poem with your words here, Paul! Swoon-worthy 💙💙💙
Oh Wow!
Nice one
Much❤love
Extremely atmospheric – and lovely for the easy tension, which makes the final words all so more bold and impactful.
Great scene, enjoyed! 💘
Aah! Love how you ended this. Made me smile. A definite ready or not… moment ☺️
Pat
Love the title and the last line especially “closing the gap of light between us.”
Beautiful! I loved how you used the light throughout your poem.
I think I was there ❤
Love it. Full so your wit, a charming poem.
What a fabulous capture of a moment in a bookshop. I really loved the ending.
I just love that title… even that is a whole story