Post christmas lunch

So if I told you I was drunk
Soporiphically sedated,
And wrote unguarded words
Would apologies be less obligated?

You might say, why do you waste your time on me,
But its my time
And I shall waste it as I please.

I have told all the staff
That sitting with you is like
Uncorking a summer day
And they laugh.

Told them that if JCB
Built social change
They’d model you for plant machinery.
And I think that they believe me.

But I can tell you nothing,
As you won’t listen
Could try to pass a flower
But would see you hand go missing
I guess you’ll always taste
That ill fitting kiss
And I dream of an embrace
That never did exist.

Meeting

Once my muse,
Object of my affection
In what direction do you pass
Can I ask ? Make some connection
Or maybe a correction.
And she just going for a swim
Pinches straight thinking
God it's him.
So what you up to, how you been
Oh, you know
Can't talk right now, gotta go
Maybe one day
You come by and see a show.

Cheesy valentine

Before I saw you, I had never seen a woman
Only so many approximations to your perfection
Like pencil sketches of a rose
There's so much I didn't know.

So now I wonder, awake at night
In a world so wrong
How you can be so right.

Number 8

As Artemis,
But mistress over cupid's dart
She weaves amid the boughs of love,
To catch the ripened hearts.

And I who strayed upon her charms
Awake with fevered loves dismay.
Oh that she take me in her arms
And there to stay always.