Koh Samui

We watch the honeymoon couples thro' rose-tinted glasses, think how lucky they all are until the time passes, Jo nudges me, when he saw one walk straight into a tree, I say to him: 'I've got you babe and you've got me.' Jo says that he did it three times and now he's with me, not like 'that' but we're loners away from the honeybee, we're writing so much - where everything went wrong, then strangely went alright when he came along. I wriggle my toes in white sand, remember emotion, so are you happy with your freedom, you cynical hero? Yes, Jo grins from the hammock, nowhere else to go, this is it, we've both had enough, above and below. Now, is it 'hollow,' this so-called nirvana? No mate, it's bloody marvellous, if we want new - we just write it.