I’d love to visit Portugal
I’ve never been and yet it holds a certain ring of love.
A hopefulness.
Sunkissed beaches spring to mind although my ignorance and I have never been.
I’d not know if she has them and neither would he.
Anything with a gal at the end paints the most beautiful of desires.
I’d share my rum with a homeless man and my bed with a rich woman.
I’d cry once for him and twice for me.
In my little bit of shade beneath an un named tree.

Copyright G.P Williamson 2014.


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