An Ode To The Greats

take my hand
and fly away with me
to faraway lands where water flows
of peace and ecstasy

where we are free to be ourselves
just simply you and me
we can climb the highest mountains
and swim the vastest sea

let’s go camping in Frost’s woods
and count Mary Oliver’s geese
share a Shakespeare’s kiss, under stars
all limbs and mouth until we find our sweet release

spend a few weeks in the beast’s library
“We would be together and have our books,”
while drinking Hemingway’s whiskey
inhaling the aroma, while Chef Bouche cooks

take a hike to the Carpathian Mountains
make love like vampires for the night
sharing passions, and secrets, and fantasies
until the dawning of a new light

let’s meet beneath the willow tree
on the grounds of Wuthering Heights
when the reality beast wins a round
and we need a break from its bites