Drunken heart

Armed to my teeth with a glass of pale ale,
deparching an amber quench reclining my style,
parked at the cleft of this bar,
I tranquilise my mood,
as I'm tranqulised by ale,
slowly my sipping lips slip my glassy delta

A new smell subliminous,
it tickles my nostrils and tingles my senses,
a new taste more delictable than thirst,
no intellect firewalls this medula bypass,
as it shoots through the veins of my lungs,
I'm a little younger than just before,
my neck muscles react,
my eyes act

She's fishing for silvers,
in her silvery purse,
my attention is frozen as her smell takes her shape,
I love this gorgeous creature,
my ad-hoc impulse addicted through lust,
my heart cannot decipher,
I'm falling deeper,
steeper

blood thins and hurries,
intelligence fogs over,
the amber fluid bubbles through my arteries,
admiration I'm drunk in it,
words form into letters which form into air which fails pronunciation,
I'm speaking with an iris accent,
dilated in translation,
blinded by attraction

This gorgeous woman here she stands,
Shes modelled from da vinci's soft hands,
I'm appreciating his artistry,
but I'm conscience of staring,
I moisten another sip,
she doesn't notice,
the heat I do,
but nothing else

She turns with her wine,
a quick smile but longer than the glance,
I'm yours for a second I beckon,
the yearn burns longer,
I follow her trail into the crowd, stagnant at this bar,
gone,
a laconic brokery bathes in my chest
blood thickens and slows,
intelligence returns,
unburns

I sip and reflect,
I sip and wonder,
why women so beautiful can cause reactions so intra-reactive,
molecular craving at subatomic levels,
I'm a slave to the windowless heart my head rents,
captive to adoration through the slit peep hole vents,
dreaming is real,
wake me when its over

Is beauty such a polarising experience,
that it binds emotions so inward in defiance?
Is love that tantalises hormones,
so outward in ironic lust?
Like water before it leaves a waterfall,
my senses are reoxegenated on impact,
beyond explanation is the fleeting passage of extrinsic beauty,
now I'm further downstream

I look back for beauty,
lost in the throng,
gone,
I turn and refuel,
what was that warm wave I felt back there?
dreaming is real,
baby dreaming is real,
wake me when its ......real