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