To a Nightingale (and an apology in advance to Mr.Keats)

To a night in,

Gail.

As evening relaxes

I shall gently

listen

to your

worktales,

trip my fingers

down

your spine,

and murmer

lovespeak

in your ear.

Lights low,

wine poured,

music will dance

in the livingroom,

while we shall dance

elsewhere.

So hurry home,

to a night in,

Gail.

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