I know…
I want nothing more than to grip your hand
and stare across the harbour at the other side
as the sun goes down beneath the inky hills
the hustle and bustle behind us finally
I want nothing more than to sit with you
while you work intently by electric lights
as the night envelops us in this little room
our private island of calm and concentration
I want nothing more than to hold you close
and shield you from the midnight terrors
as the witching hour approaches and then flies
a warm and impregnable fortress of blankets
Selfish, I know…