Poring over my favourite books in the library
when Rudi walked in, amused seeing me
studying various countries - I’ll show you
the world one day, he promised
His bleeper called, crisis at the aquarium, he
sighed – Or I’ll send you off with the money I
make - I refused – No, I want to see the world
safe in your glorious presence -
You only need me to feed you, he joked – True,
only you are allowed to give me ambrosia, I
replied, kissing him - And without the food of
the gods, the world would look sad -
You’re supposed to try local food everywhere, he
continued our magic metaphor, said with a kiss -
But I’ll go along and see you don’t starve – I looked
at him with adoring eyes –
I’ll bring you liqueur and a red rose in my mouth when
I’m done at the aquarium - he promised, a twinkle in
his eyes; I put the travel books back, needing books
on the art of making love…
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