What shall we do, my love?
In this now late afternoon
Shall we take a walk around the block
or stay inside this small tight room
Shall we go see a show
and catch the matinee
or start off the hour happy
and drink the night away
Shall we stay in...
never leave each others eyes
and make love until the evening
when we find ourselves past
time for dinner and end up
making a modest meal at home
flirting half-naked in the kitchen
laughing at newly made jokes,
critiquing our bodies kindly
Shall we have our friends come over
the ones we already don't see
too often or often enough
Shall we play games and drink box wine
and forget about work in the morning
Shall we make it a night we will
remember ourselves by
a night our friends will mark up as
that's them, as usual
Shall we attempt to do the opposite,
and run away from nothing
just board the train until it stops
just board the plane that we first see
on the checker board departures.
If we do, do we do it because it is fun?
Or because we are otherwise done?
But yay, they say
we fit like a hand to a glove
O whatever shall we do, my love?
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