Spirit Of Law

You think it’s so romantic here,
with the dark and the sea and
the warm air, and the gentle
breeze and the walk along
the beach to the magical restaurant
on a fairy-tale island, amid the
olive-scented night.

But we get there and I’m
frustrated as usual and
they are playing Simply Red
not just there but everywhere
we go, but the funny thing is
that in the future, long after
we split up and go our separate
ways, when I hear the hackneyed Stars
it makes me think of romantic
evenings, and the waft of the sea.