Wouldn't you like to spend an afternoon with me
in a cafe-bookstore-library?
We'd snuggle in a far corner and wait for it to rain
you'd tell me I'm pretty, I'd call you insane.
We'd write little letters and leave them in books
for strangers to discover  in crannies and nooks.
We'd find a spider living in a bookcase
and think of all the stars far out in space.
We'd talk about things that mean nothing at all
and watch outside as the raindrops fall.
We'd be all cooped up but really very free
and you'd be so glad you spent the afternoon with me.