And you – my passion – breeze through
these orange curtains like you own the place,
pad along the cool ceramic floor with fiery strides
to the bar, heating the marble, raiding cupboards,
growling; and I’m here watching you pace;
find the bottle, put it to your lips, and drink
like it’s a long cold winter’s night,
wipe your mouth, sigh through your teeth,
while here I am, smiling – fisherman’s trousers tied
around my hips, sun blazing down on the sarong,
skin listening to those warm sea breezes,
listening - to a lusty blond called Chardonnay
tell me my troubles over the rim of her glass eye.
You take another swig; slam the bottle on the bar,
yawn, stretch like a bear, step onto the porch,
I hear you say - 'What a perfect name…'
Strike a match on the door-frame.
Light a cigar. Pick Tequila from the larder…
Chardonnay wants another spiked Pina Colada.
What a perfect name…“And you?”
I reach for the bottle, put it to my lips, and drink
like it’s a long cold winter’s night, “Whatever
you’re having, Babe - I’ll have the same.
07
these orange curtains like you own the place,
pad along the cool ceramic floor with fiery strides
to the bar, heating the marble, raiding cupboards,
growling; and I’m here watching you pace;
find the bottle, put it to your lips, and drink
like it’s a long cold winter’s night,
wipe your mouth, sigh through your teeth,
while here I am, smiling – fisherman’s trousers tied
around my hips, sun blazing down on the sarong,
skin listening to those warm sea breezes,
listening - to a lusty blond called Chardonnay
tell me my troubles over the rim of her glass eye.
You take another swig; slam the bottle on the bar,
yawn, stretch like a bear, step onto the porch,
I hear you say - 'What a perfect name…'
Strike a match on the door-frame.
Light a cigar. Pick Tequila from the larder…
Chardonnay wants another spiked Pina Colada.
What a perfect name…“And you?”
I reach for the bottle, put it to my lips, and drink
like it’s a long cold winter’s night, “Whatever
you’re having, Babe - I’ll have the same.
07