Goddess down the boozer

 I asked her

For her phone number,

And amid the smoky air

And the drunken rambling punters,

She took a pen

And wrote it down

On the back of a beer mat.

 

Her refined,

Sculptured figure

Carved like an Egyptian artefact

From a lost secret civilisation,

Was something I believed

To be out of the reach,

Of my grubby hands of testosterone.

 

Sat against the back drop

Of a live football match

On Sky TV,

I thought I could taste love

In the cigarettes and her warmth…

I felt I saw love

In the bottom of my glass…

 

And,

As I swam in the deep blue hue

Of her esoteric eyes,

Where I swore I could see

A thousand wondrous things

Every time she blinked,

I told myself, just in case,

To keep all my loose change,

For the durex machine,

In the bogs.

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[Susan S.]

Sometimes looking into the mind of a man is just what we females need to buck up our spirits!