11 June 2012
An aspiration as a teenager: ______
The wood spits and cracks, its red dizzy dancers jumping on top.
Two happy lovers lie naked and safe, their smiles reflecting the warmth of their hearts.
This is the future for you and I.
A baby cries for its mother, large loving hands embrace its sweet form.
Behind a table is laid. It's time for three generations to dine. The child giggles as grandad kisses his childhood sweetheart.
This is the future for you and I.
When Mrs Was Miss # 2 • Opuss № I