Treasure Island

Sylvia Frances Chan

(22 November / Jakarta)

Under The Cherry-tree


As I saw a muscled man walking by
I remember those summerdays as a passerby
when days were still warm and got hotter
Come here lie with me under the Cherry-tree, my doctor
So cosy and pleasant a warm companion
was I right or was it just an optional illusion?
Come lie close to me, cheek-to-cheek under the Cherry-tree
Make love to me, you're always busy I'm feelin' empty
Why should we be ashamed you my legal man set me on fire
have I to beg you, it's my part to get, like a car it's tire
let's do it in peaceful harmony, together under the Cherry-tree
my love, my man, my legal bed-a-mate, don't you love me?
The coldest wind of the North has come to sweep the ground here
A barren coolness fills the atmosphere
While shivering of winterblessings the evening freeze
My thoughts were still in those summerdays
Come here close to me under the Cherry-tree, my specialist
Make some hours free, be happy, enjoy life as it is


© Sylvia Frances Chan - Tuesday,6 Dec 2011

Submitted: Monday, December 05, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, December 06, 2011

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