Saturdays

take a plane southwards to where the sun don't shine
pull the pink gates open,
wander around till you find treasure
will you give it to me?

unexpected, mysterious understanding wrapped in red
doubled, waiting for the impending entrance
up above the shelf, my hand explored
reveal it when time comes

master, maiden, m-m-madness
who would've thought or imagined?
we mastered the art of escaping when
caught in the avalanche

pillow-talk as best friends would
will you wait like a lover should?