Mountain House
Alone with our love on a quiet retreat
In a mountain lake cabin, no one else there to greet
Reachable only by an airplane on floats
Hidden from view in a place so remote
That only one chair could be brought to the door
Together we're on it experiencing more
Sharing a moment of corporal bliss
That started with hugging and one little kiss
My hair is a handle for you to hold on
Unstyled and wild all control is now gone
While you there my dear are a porcelain doll
Held in my arms, of you I'm enthralled
The day turns to night then the night turns to day
A painting by Klimt, living art on display
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2023
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