I spend my days wondering if I'll see you.
I count the time until you drop by.
Your smiles set my cheeks on fire.
Can you feel the pull?
The air's electric.
I can barely breathe I want you so much.
I wish that I could tell you.
I want the world from you,
or maybe just a night.
I want you to want me,
and I'm afraid that you will.
What happens when you find out,
I'm a married girl.....

He spits a sudden twist

and bends his cheek from her kiss

“It’s neither the time nor the place

for behaviour like this.”

And away he goes

a sullen shrug to his neck and his eyes on his toes

“Is it me,” she thinks

“or is he not saying as much as he knows?”

A scene begins to unfold

and in spite of their curses it will not be resolved

as much as she’d fight it

his feelings for her have run cold.

Now she’s breaking down

because he’s breaking up

and in anger and pain she thinks of Socrates’ cup

but that’s a drink she’s not ready to sup.

But he’s stressed as well

his legs are numb and his head’s started to swell

has he fallen ill

or is this how it goes ­– he can’t tell.

They’d rather not do it this way

out in the park where the sky has turned grey

but that’s the dice you roll

going out on St Valentine’s Day.

Love hurts
When you've got Chlamydia
Love hurts
When you take a pee
Love hurts
Then she'll just get rid o' ya
Love hurts. Actually.

Is love but a hurriedly bought bunch of flowers?
Or a box of chocolates, already wrapped
and chosen by another man?
Is love but a fancy card full of prefabricated words
With a hastily scribbled ‘I love you' to claim them as your own?
The flowers soon wither and die – their beauty is only fleeting
And the card, though treasured for a while, ends up discarded or forgotten.

Red, pink, silver and gold, the colours of love, adorn the shop windows
while romantic music creates a sickly sweet atmosphere
Guilt-tripped lovers part with their cash in the hope that a gift will fix the wrongs of the past
or will meet their lover's mass produced expectations.

Sweet nothings are exchanged without a second thought
and grand gestures, though well intentioned, feel devoid of meaning
for how can mere words describe the depth and complexity of love?
And how can one day express the sentiment of a whole year?

A tiara for your beautiful head
A mansion with a water bed
But can't afford those
So maybe my toes
Is what you can suck on instead.

Eternal Monogamy

Young love's kiss
is now and forever,
Dreams and plans embroidered into the dowry
a gold band, circling an without end
for you are mine and I am yours, till death do us part

A monotonous existance
with a man I no longer understand
Dream and plans are mistunderstood
“I thought this was what you wanted!”
I thought this was what I wanted

Guilty, Lonely, Empty
Odette reborn
Dreams and plans start again
cautious and wary, made with care
and without the fairytale of eternal monogamy

Don't buy it
don't do it
don't take me there
out to a restaurant where people will stare
I'd rather you loved me the way that you do
every day, undying, love that is true

And pity the workers
the love-shy, the shirkers
the people who noone will love
I scream at the moon
why give business a boon
on a random day for "LOVE"

So lets enjoy ourselves
each to their own
life's about being happy
not having a moan.

She said:
No! No! No!
You caught the fish
Now eat the dish!
I pay the bill, that's my good will
Forget the taste of my disgrace
And just embrace...

He replied:
The fish? The dish?
You wish!
Don't cry
Romeo won't die

Juliet never said goodbye
she always wondered why
She deserved to die

If you don't like Valentines day you could say…

Valentines is a commercial holiday like Christmas
existing within a capitalistic system for financial purposes -
some people might argue - and the worse it is
for it; having another arbitrary commercial holiday like Christmas.

Since the 19th century, handwritten Valentines
have given way to mass produced greeting cards
although unless you work in the factory you don't have to try as hard -
there's a store in your local shopping centre selling Valentines.

My friend who I won't name (because he'd be embarrassed)
was crying, why are you doing that Oliver, I asked,
but it was okay - just the gin - and it didn't last
because he's got a good beard that girls like and he's just embarrassed.

The tradition of Valentines is based on a saint whose estate
should have got some kind of copyright in place on related products,
but he could probably still get some stocks
for Clinton's Cards, even though he's missed out on the estate.

I read a ballad in a book
and recited some verse,
I'd hoped the words would cheer Sue up
they only made her curse,
Not even a sweet smile for me
she sat and looked so glum,
All I could do was leave her there
to sulk and suck her thumb

Departing I mentioned just
how happy we'd of been,
The places I'd of took her
and the things we might have seen,
She got annoyed and told me
that someone took you to Paris
She then said ‘I was hopeless'
and she made me feel embarrassed.

"OK" I said "I'll go" I guessed
I would not see her later.
She slammed the door, then got in bed
and played with a vibrator!
The neighbours heard brouhaha
and they came round to complain
"Its him" she said "he's left;
but he'll be back round here again"

"We'd best call the police,
but not the local law enforcers"
Oh no, they dialed the number
for the men in flying saucers!
They caught me and then asked
just what it was, I was up to
I said "I don't remember"
I still claim that that is true

I suppose a rose,
Is given to propose,
The idea that love
Is true;

Instead show your love,
Not by freeing a dove,
But by words and thoughts
And deeds;

Make a card and grow flowers,
Craft a gift that took hours,
And think of a poem
That's quite funny;