Monday, May 24, 2010

Wilt thy fly away with me, my love?
Shall we go to sea?
Bask in the sun and salt breeze?

What will you, my love?
A cosy cave? A mountain retreat?
A penthouse- all glass, slick lines and concrete?

Or shall we just draw curtains and unplug the phone?
With a note on the door to leave us alone?

It might be cheaper.

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