Desire Time

A fictional narrative illustrating the perils of ‘beer-goggles’

Must also include all ten of these words associated with ‘LOVE’

WINE 

SUGAR

BODY

LOVER 

DESIRE

HATE 

HEART

POISON

DATE 

ARSE

Desire time 

Desire time flushed cheeks and wine

a whisky or a gin, a thirst it grew, 

but not for you, that 

face gave me a grin.

desire time flushed cheeks more wine,

a whisky not a gin, on heels rock,

that ragged frock, this is where i will begin…

arms legs arse hips, porks pies and chips,

worn hands, worn face, new bag. 

Stumped teeth of beige, 

for only wine can age

I’d crossed the line a tad.

apology time, standing in line,

cheeks scorched of scarlet sin, 

‘what would one want?’ rather non chalant 

she pointed to her gin.

five whiskeys down, nor sigh or frown,

it’s going rather well, I thought it lame to

ask her name, we’ll just call her Michelle.

I hate to say, though mal portrait

I’m glad that we had met, 

youth body had flown

her heart a stone though still not one regret.

Frantic no more, a date? a pour of whisky,

no more gin, a stumbling toad went down 

the road with a princess or akin. 

Desire time strange taste in wine, 

no chance I’ll sink another, 

a sober thought and now retort , 

she looked like someone’s brother.

Though on the floor, insisting more 

a smell of burning sugar,

 an emerald flash lit her moustache, 

I sip the rancid blubber. 

The mystic horse, with no remorse

tore off my clothes like paper, 

for all the dread, my poisoned head

whirling dervish. rancid. vapour.

Desire time,  sobering paradigm 

for any riggish lover, a boisterous 

haste had tickled my taste for 

Michael. Michelle’s big brother.

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