the orange juice says:
"we cater and deliver"
with a silly little
list of locations
sitting on a book by Hemingway
that my love once gave me
(I look at it now..
what a sweet gesture
how to STEAL my heart)

I wonder if it rains in Amsterdam, on the Junkies & their Tourists?
I wonder,
do England women
have affairs?
Not the American way, obsessed
with extremities..
an affair of the heart
perhaps their
voices make love? {in the twilight}
__________________{or the sunlight}
or their minds
intertwine in
the light of a <*^`forest fire`-!*>
(because it wouldn't matter,
_because it would always be more) -->

they would speak romantically
in French
or Dutch***********or VOODOO for that matter*
something,
Anything FOREIGN.

because, let's face it
the taste of FOREIGN lips
will suck
you in, make you ~~`Breathe``~-
.....................B(L)e(e)D for it

but in the head
a (w)ro(ng)mance will go..

as >>far>> as you wish to take it,
as long as it stays ^^there^^...