compare
you
to
this summer's day, it would be
because
I'd want to
play indefinitely with you.
Relaxing. We'd create
deep poetry together, deep into
the
warm night; wrapping ourselves within the
splendour of vowels, nibbling our mini
picnic of punctuation, happily serving a
life
sentence.
Lost in our lexicon, this labyrinth of love,
until we
finally found the
end. THE
END. (Okay, not the
actual end, Language:
ours will last forever, my love.)
(c) Andrew Halsall Smith, 2018
