Smelly in the corner,
On a black,

Leather sofa,

We speak he and I with our bodies, we
Recline at will,

With silver-lined laptops,
With morning beer in,

Plastic cups, ice-cream
Tins, we

Touch minds gently across space,

He and I, and we

We will make it happen,
Perhaps,

We will emigrate,

Fiddle with love beyond borders, have
Sex in public,

Don’t laugh.
♦photo – Personal♦

-short evocative Poetry-

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