my saturday, such a gift
a day of my own, not to share, not to rush and stress
saturday, the day of contemplation
the weather so undecided
i choose to stay in warmth of these four walls
and my darling, you came home in the middle of the day
so joyous to be with me
light in your eyes, i trust you so
and this evening, relaxed and predictable
our bodies intertwined on the couch
and now you sleep in our bed
me, my mind still awake and fast forward
oh saturdays, why can i only have you once a week?
Fancy Free in London
London, England, 2006
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