For a week, just we two
Just imagine me and you.
From our Computers we rebound
To do something interesting here around.
We really need to do what pleases
Refind, uplifting - nothing sleazy.
Time relaxing in our room
I cannot get my feet up too soon.
I am laid on the bed, looking at the ceiling
“Oh! My God, look how that papers’ peeling!”
“Hold my hand, just talk and talk to me and
Let me gently drift, to sleep just holding your hand.
I can float off, dreaming and happily so
Because I am in Bridlington with you.”
NOTE: This poem is loosely based on
James Fenton’s poem -
I’m in Paris with You.
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