Remember?
That day you tripped
And somehow face-pined
Into the bowl of pineapple chunks
You red-faced in embarrassment
Me red-faced in pining
For the sacred sweet of your lips
Made more so by the juices dripping
I realized then
You tripped
But I
Fell
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #182: Are You Pining for Poems?
For this week’s Quadrille, Dee (aka WhimsyGizmo) has us pining for a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words not including the title, but must include some form of the word “pine” as a noun, verb, or adjective. Or play around with it and invent your own word.