the lights muted down to cozy
the soft music playing
and the frogs sing their familar lullaby

me and my own
in my fabulously, and famously
pink room with my lovely
mosaic bath, which has got to be
my favourite place in the world

there's just something to be said
when one's alone in the room
curling up with a good read
the conditions a dream, just the way i like

simple pleasures, simple pleasures.

i always wanted to be that kind of couple--
that drops sentences like "oh, we can't make it,
we'll be in Parma that week" and not sound stuffy
or exhausted, or too up there.

but wouldn't it be nice, to snuggle into each other
under a white umbrella in the rain at night
in new york city, dressed in a snazzy chic
razor cut skirt and white fitted blouse
and a light jacket, him in flat front pants
tie tucked into the pocket, and shirt button undone
just the way he wears it, second undone.

or ride twin camels in the desert part of egypt
and sit at those loud noisy eateries,
where the locals make merry
and are comfortable to scratch their bums
white linen dress whipping in the wind
him in a khaki linen shirt and those draw string pants
that end with leather sandals scruffy
with the dust of the yellow sand

or in a smoky bar in manhatten, sipping manhattans
and pink watermelon matinis,
in my little red cocktail dress
and him in a dressy tee and snug jeans
and laughing, pretty as a picture in our little corner.

wouldn't it be nice,
to finally see the billowing tents of the piazza
in itatly, wide-eyed at the colourful baubles around me
in a frenzy, the mis-mash riot of settings and design
dressed in a coloured sundress with a big shady hat perched
on my head, him clad in a shirt and three-quartered shorts
beer bottles in hand, and the other in mine.

or to rent a land-rover or the likes
and drive around australia, stopping where we will
to pick strawberries at the farm, or nuts or fruits
to visit the aboriginal shops where we try out bows and arrows
and buy silly war figure heads
for friends to hang above their beds
dressed in a spaghetti strap and sun shorts
him in a white t-shirt and board shorts
with flip flops on our feet.

wouldn't it be nice, darling
that maldives fantasy
that's just between us both.