Thursday, 9 July 2009

Say what?

Maybe
I could hold your hand,
Take you through a field to
Roll amidst the flowers.
We could stay there
Breathing in the night,
Waiting to take flight just
Murmering for hours.
And then
As I walk you home, we're
Thinking of excuses even though they won't believe us,
It's all I can do
To say
You're keeping me from Venus.

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