Oh my love!
Throw back another hey, eh, one more day,
And slap me in the face
Like a thousand guitar strings,
Splintering beneath each chord which
I club, clout, and clobber in
Recognition
Of the reciprocal inhibition, you do
Induce,
From head to toe…
Pure polychromatic perfection,
An Art Garfunkel exhibition if I ever did see…
No!
Simon says:
“And here’s to you, Mrs. Apparition,
Jesus (would) love to know you more and more…
And…
More…
Salt and pepper,
Lime juice
Sunburn,
Margarita rim job,
Makes me squint with joy!
Ahoy!
Someone call the elevator
Boy!
Ding! Dong!
Gin and olives,
Queueing for a postage stamp in the
Posthypnotic Post Office,
Waiting for the solstice,
Sticker licker
Telegraphic ticker tape,
Takes the piss
Don’t make me wait!
You catch my drift?
(No, not really, sir)…
“Ooo, I like the cut of your jib!”
She says,
Clutching to the stick shift,
Shawl collar,
Short shrift,
Don’t short-change the
Wrist,
Lovers’ tiff,
How I could riff on you for
Days!
I’m locked in the steam room,
Pending further notice, and
Gawping at myself like a gargoyle in the bathroom mirror,
Post-shower
Secret operative,
Still searching for a long-lost
Love-in-a-mist,
Oh! Attach me to your
Mailing list,
(Or at the very least,
Come wipe the condensation from my
Lips!)
Lunar eclipse,
Don’t leave me in this steaming abyss…
My girl, she’s a
Prime suspect,
Second-sighted sunset,
Third-person shooter with a trigger-happy reflex…
Fourth dimension and
Five-finger discount,
Sixth times a charm when you’re skipping past the checkout…
She’s the Seven Hills of Rome around the
Eightfold path,
Nine times out of
Ten you’ll do a hot lap laugh…
And if elevenses isn’t enough to get your tongue wet,
Then at 12 you can always hit the reset!
With expectancy does my belly ache,
A not too pleasant knot eased only by daybreak,
For tomorrow’s child is today’s heartache,
But I’ll never stop loving you.
Smokey bacon, cumberland,
Porco due, oh far from bland,
M’eyes bigger than m’pork belly, belly bigger than my ‘ands,
You’re smokey bacon, girl, and I’m Sir Cumberland!
Oink!
Keep your eyes peeled for Canterbury bells,
In purple whirlpools that’s where she dwells,
With kisses as light as feathered tails,
She’s all I could ever want.
So loyal is she to the springtime breeze,
That I’ll never part from her basal leaves,
Ensconced in sconces I wish to seize,
She’s all I could ever want.
With redolent breath she whispers to me,
“Six more days, my love, and we’ll be as close as can be”,
And I’ll wait for the chimes to end this misery,
For Canterbury bells are not just what I want,
But all I ever need.
(and more, and more, and more…)
Panna cotta, parson’s green,
In envious sleep come envious dreams,
For jealousy comes in gelatinous screams,
Cursedly stealing my mind.
Pink peppercorn, ham hock terrine,
Viscidity spoils these teeth so clean,
But savoury hearts deserve the sweetest of creams,
When bitterness returns back home.
Strawberry, blackberry, take your pick,
And despite too much jelly I’ll never be sick,
Of this tutti frutti arithmetic,
Which makes my heart soften with joy.
Ninnina mia.
Behind black sapphire blankets I dream of romance,
Around stricken matches Luna Moths do dance,
And I’ll pretend that this is all happenstance,
When I wantonly want only you.
Across amazonite ponds I’ll give in to chance,
Faced with beauty so blinding I’ll dare to glance,
And pretend that this is all happenstance,
When I wantonly want only you.
Beyond beryl is her countenance,
From great green gestures to hypnotic trance,
To pretend that this is all happenstance,
Is absurd, my love, and I hope you don’t mind,
That I wantonly
Want only
You.
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