Another time, another place. With an amazing song.

Another time, another place.

(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-three.)

We found each other in the darkest bars and we slowed dance and kissed.

I adored you and you needed me. We knew we were Spring and Winter.

Never to touch in the daylight.

I told you often. Another time, another place.

I would steal you away from this ugly world we live in.

I would make you smile and keep you content.

Now all we have is midnight kisses, cheap motels and fake dreams.

We knew. Love turned cold, love turned into a prison.

She asked me. Can we escape and know happiness?

I kissed her once and I kissed her twice.

I told her. Maybe we can in a sweet dream, maybe in another lifetime.

In another time, in another place. I would steal you away and

teach you love can win.

John