Escape – a poem by Peter Bouvier

Don’t say a word, just come with me,

Let’s leave tonight, let’s go!

No need to pack, no need to plan,

And no-one needs to know.

Let’s not look before we leap,

Let fate say where we land –

Running naked through the fields,

Or rolling on the sand.

Let’s make love beneath the sun

And stars of foreign lands

Let’s speak other languages

that no-one understands.

Let’s dance at night by firelight,

To release all that’s inside.

Get up, make haste, no time to waste,

Let’s ride and ride and ride…

I’m Peter Bouvier. I live in a tiny village in the Sierra Nevada hills in Southern Spain where I work as a freelance writer and social media specialist. One of my clients is the Hotel los Berchules. It’s a lovely life.