For Susannah and Chris – March 1998

In the hideaway where the garden holds out the rush and panic of a too vast city

A cottage holds protection for love and its followers

In the twilight on the balcony as the candle flames dance in the wind

In the cosy warmth by the fire where words of poets sing of destiny

Lazy summer days where the sweltering heat leaves nothing to the imagination

Two become one and prod and kick and become two as they kiss

and fall to the beat of being in time together, both together.

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