Your skin glows like an old lemon which someone left in the fridge for two years or more.
It blossoms as rudely as the nastiest weeds in springtime.
My yearning heart rises to your thunderous voice and leaps like a pig at the whisper of your name,Ratbag.
The evening ascends like a lion on a great Kentucky Fried Chicken Wing.
I am calmed by your vests that I carry to clean the car headlights.
And hold in my hand when I have run out of Kleenex tissues.
I am filled with dismay that I may need to dry your tears of shame.
Yet you ignore mine as ever.You forget I am a woman.
As my right eye falls on my blue shawl,alas it reminds me of our unmade blue bed once more.
I shall not forget it for my self esteem is low
and it’s a year since I changed the sheets.
In the hushed yet noisy night,I listen for the last tweets of the autumn and look forward to an icy winter of miscontent
sleeping with the cats on the internet highway
My overheated heart leaps into my hot red mouth.
My lipstick is fading away with shock.
I wait in the faint moonlight for your secret bank check
So that we may strive as one mad being
in search of a golden ring
Symbolic of ambivalent married love that has passed its sell by date
But still has some intrigue remaining.
I never met anyone as dreadful,sweet and ugly as you.
I love you,Loonie.You are mine forever
How my heart sings 