We were in a public garden 

In England in May.

We sat together

In mild, balmy weather.

We did not track those

Who moved around us.

They had their instructions,

Undoubtedly.

We looked at the water, and we looked at the ducks,

And the weeping willow tree was there:

Reflected in your eyes,

A subtle disguise,

I dropped words into your ears

Like pearls.

There may well have been sophisticated listening devices

Planted here and there.

I used a white handkerchief to blow my nose,

Deliberately.

Maybe, we can stay here, together, forever,

Or maybe we cannot.

There' so much more of hate

Than 'Love in a police state.'