A Place to Make Love
Come love, we'll find a place to make love,
A make-shift love-nest of urban kindling,
Out of the diarrhoeic and pyrrhic modernity of our mores,
Out of dithering,
Out of the dilettantish brushstrokes of our imaginations
To stamp into our bodies
Bits of our frothing selves.
Come love, hither.
To this public park as it begins to grow dark
Like the rapid onrush of puberty.
Then we shall shine into each other
The surest rays of knowing.
Come with me to this divine lair
Where we'll each be sitting side by side on a ...