Danish Desire

Winter 1988

The Lake of Love

Frans,

Beautiful, Frans.

We met in that bar..

On that cold, crispy night,

You thought you knew me..

I think that was just your universal way of connecting.

You -

The Free Spirit,

Swedish/Spanish/Danish,

A mane of dark wonder..

Green eyes like no other,

Skin -

Olivy, silky,

You could've been a woman -

You were SO beautiful..

You, the wild wolf,

Let loose in the forest..

Cheek and jaw bones to die for,

A heart as free and romantic to cry for..

That day on the lake -

Was like no other..

We 'felt' in love,

Happiness and laughter,

Lying down in trees..

Happy ever after!

I still think of you today,

and.. wonder where you are in this world,

Did you travel?

Peru?

Around the world?

Have you got children?

Married?

A girl?

For you showed me a love

A passion,

A longing,

That then, was new to me,

You mesmerised,

that night -

Candlelight

On the floor..

In your tiny flat,

Bed with stilts,

Fluffy, warm quilts,

We were lions in our den..

You leapt..

I sighed..

You returned..

I denied..