Edwin Tanguma (1966 / CA)

I would love to be
In a world of white
Where the days are long
And there is no night

Where we could cuddle
And be all alone
Without any cares
Or even a phone

We could pass the day
Writing poesy
Where you could be you
And I could be me

There is more to love
Than physical touch
Or cooking breakfast
Or packing a lunch

I'm sure you know this
You've been there done that
Have you ever been
A soiled doormat

Destiny is cruel
Keeping us apart
I hope that one day
You'll complete my heart