Your sleepy green eyes
Make me want to see
Your drunken smile
Begets a thought in me
To conjure a life force
To bring to thee
Kisses on your moon face
Gleaming blissful glee.
Drunken Poet
Drunken Poet
Teetering away
the poet goes
A lump in the throat
and aching toes.
But she gets given
a kiss on the nose –
(sugary treat for aching heart )
for her silken prose.
