Come to me
Out of the world’s hurly-burly
The madness of technology
The maze of copulation.
Don’t bring your computer
Your ingenious gadgets
Your lists of things to do.
We will sit quietly
Speaking no feverish oaths of fidelity
No promises, illusions, lies.
We will hear the crackle
Of a wood fire
And watch the dancing sparks.
We will listen to the rhythms of the sea
So calming
And in the silence of a deep forest
Find secret places
Known only to ourselves.

But there is no wood fire here,
No sea, no forest, you object.

We shall will them into being.
In their hushed presence
We will be alone together
In a perfect moment
A moment we have built.
There only
We will be free.