Saturday Morning In April Poem by Ravi Kopra

Saturday morning in April
Near the farmers market
We sat on a bench next to the pagoda
Under a large banyan tree
people walked with their pets, dogs
the swans sailed in the pond
orioles sang on the trees
the kids played near the fountain
and chased for huge bubbles of soap
floating in air made by the maid

Our first meeting together
I held your hand in my hands
We looked into each other's eyes
What brought you there was
What brought me there
Both hungry for love
True love for our lonely hearts

While we talked
You never stopped
moving on my palms
your playful fingertips,
Intertwining your fingers
into my fingers, gently
pressing my hand and
then, releasing it

Your touch sent tingling
sensations up my arms to my breasts,
I felt warmth and later I told you
Each time you pressed my hands
I blushed and goosebumps
ran over whole of my body.

Each moment your hand
slipped it, I desired it more,
I wanted to hold it in my hands
and give it a love kiss,
But I didn't
it was our first meeting
we were sitting in open in the park.
Farmers were selling fresh fruits and flowers
and you, the seller of love was selling love
stealing my lonely heart in return

You bought me a bouquet of fresh spring flowers;
I could not resist, wanted to hug and kiss you
asked you to follow my car and brought you home
with my heart dancing in love,
and since then you have been my dear
friend, my lover, my everything I ever dreamed...