So That’s What They Get Up To! (For Onelia)

The love poems in my note book creep from page (at night) to page no longer beholden to me. They visit each other have secret love affairs (well, they are love poems...after all) Poems elope let down a rope of words escape the confines of their particular page being of one mind longing to be individual. Poems 6 & 9 emigrate to page 69 and seem to be enjoying themselves. They search & search for a voice to say them. In the morning bleary eyed & looking a little the worse for wear they sneak shyly slyly back tip-toeing to their proper places yawning & just about make it back into their appointed positions as I turn to... see them as if nothing had happened. ******* “I wonder what love poems get up to at night between the covers of a book? ” Onelia I am afraid I blatantly stole this from a passing comment by Onelia which greatly amused me. I pleaded with her to turn it into a poem as it was such a novel idea but alas...& so I was forced to write it myself which is a pity because she would have done it so much better than I. I hope she will still write it as it was after all her idea & I only stole it!