I want to take a trip to meet you
In a cool London park under trees,
And sit
Beneath the sun with our books
On a blanket. My head in your lap,
Tickling your ankle.
Run your fingers through my hair,
Please.
Teach me everything that life has taught.
Soak up my scant knowledge like a sponge.
You show me your Lisbon and I,
I will show you my London.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
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