I see you!
I am master of observation.
Little escapes me…
Only those things that bore me.
I see you!

Love tiptoed quietly into my heart,

And planted its seed deep within.

I realised that you were a woman apart,

As you crept stealthily under my skin.

I cannot convey what I found that day,

The day that we very first met,

A meeting of minds that one rarely finds,

That I haven’t recovered from yet.

You are my lover, you are my muse,

Scratch me and you will find residues,

Of you in my heart, my blood, my brain,

Traces of you will always remain…

A kilo of kindness will come in good stead,
If a posse of people arrives unexpected!

Jam and Jerusalem, a clarion call,
Euphemism for those ladies down the village hall,
The fabulous stalwarts of the W.I,
Who’ll run a raffle or bake a pie.
Who redefine the words charitable, compassionate, noble,
Whose famous nude calendar went viral, went global.
Who’ve raised loads of dosh for numerous charities,
The W.I., would you applaud them please!?

What particular ‘crib’ do you call your home?
Is it bricks and mortar or plate glass and chrome?
A palace, a pig-sty, New York tenement?
Or is it some visionary social experiment?
A nice country cottage, a rural retreat,
Something traditional, something effete?
Are you nomadic? D’you live in a yurt?
Or is it a mud hut, fashioned from dirt?
I love the winter, so I’m telling you,
I’m going for an ice-house, a cosy igloo!

I loved you madly from the first,
You give me a hunger and a thirst,
I can’t get my mind off your behind,
Oh, let’s go to a hotel!

I love the way that your hair falls just so,
I love your energy, your get up and go,
I hear you speak and my legs go weak,
Oh, let’s go to a hotel!

I intuit your presence when you walk in,
You’re my guilty pleasure, my luscious sin,
I love your eyes, it’s no surprise,
Oh, let’s go to a hotel!

You’re my touchstone, you’re my muse,
I want to walk marathons in your shoes,
I hear your voice and I rejoice,
Oh, let’s go to a hotel.

I cannot convey how you make me feel,
It’s magical, flammable, quite surreal,
I only know I’ll follow where you go,
Oh, let’s go to a hotel!

I love your touch, I love your scent,
Time with you is time well spent,
Your wizardry bewitches me,
Oh, let’s go to a hotel!

I love the way you laugh, you smile,
You know just how to attract, beguile,
You give me more than I could ever ask for,
Oh, let’s go to a hotel!

You know that you’re my first, my last,
You’re my future, forget the past,
Everything true, is bound up in you,
Oh, let’s go to a hotel!

It’s “ladies’ night” at The Five And Dime,
It’s revelry, wit and party time.
So I’ll don the frock and slap on the paint,
My nom de plume is Sardonica Saint!
I’m just one of a group of counterfeits,
We put on the glamour, the dress, the glitz.
We may be misfits, we may be flawed,
But treat us right and just applaud!
We’ll give you a show that’s quite sublime,
Enjoy yourself, it’s not a crime!

Today will be fun, and full of champagne,
It’s the day I tell the world that I’m happy again.
I’m getting married to the love of my life,
Anita-Clare Field will become my wife.
Huzzah to that and huzzah to this,
We will seal our marriage with a kiss!

I want to do a thing extreme,
Display a skill that’s quite supreme.
Tame my dragons, fight a fear,
Be brave and daring, cavalier!
Do something that flies in the face of convention,
That is creative and brimming with drive and invention!
At Sochni* downhill skiers skied registered blind,
Surely that makes them one of a kind?

*Sochni – home of the 2014 Paralympics and Olympics

Before you came, I was angry and sad,
I tried to be cheerful with what strength I had,
But it isn’t easy when you’ve lost all the laughter,
And you are left thinking ‘what’s coming after?’

Before you came, I’d lost my way in the dark,
No focus, no vision, no compass, no spark.
No real expectations, try as I might,
I’d lost the knack of stepping into the light.

Before you came, I was really alone,
I’d imprisoned myself in a world of my own.
Every so often, I’d reemerge,
But that was lip service to some hidden urge.

And then there you were, so beautiful, true,
The ocean of joy that is wrapped up in you.
You’re my friend and my lover, my partner, my muse,
My beginning, my ending, you’re the path that I choose.