At Some Point, I Suppose That We'll Get Out

Jesus, J, have you looked at the time?
It's almost eleven, and we're still in bed.
Our suitcases sit on the dresser, unopened.
Our shades being closed, we can't gaze
At the sea (and respectable lovers who
Dressed, and had breakfast, and now
Are out strolling the beach). We should
Have saved money, and stayed near
The airport. The place where we are
Doesn't matter, it seems. I do love
The ocean. I even like breakfast,
But sitting here holding you, catching up,
Laughing, appears to mean much more to me.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-03-12 at 16:00

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
It's about who you are with not where you are :)

Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
Hit the nail on the head. Love makes anywhere seem like heaven. Especially when there is catching up to do. There is a soupçon of this love being not quite respectable, a love snatched from the moments left over from another, separate life. Lots said in few words. Very meaningful and enjoyable.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
With love, any place is paradise. I enjoyed reading this because it's so true, but in time you will have breakfast and enjoy that stroll on the beach.
would say, save your money on the first night and stay by the airport next time. :)