Love, oh love
so grand
the night before the morning sun.
Mayhap did mead cloud my heart
or not
yet to decide.
No coin left
my pockets all empty
must have had a helluva of a time.
Still asleep beside me
never before seen
a stranger, vaguely resembling a female from yesterday’s dream.
Not much left of her
all transformed
morphed into something new.
Sparkling blue eyes
removed
lenses floating in a cup nearby.
Curly hair
soft as silk
detached and hung beside the bed.
A bosom to die for
attached to the bra
now embracing a plant afar.
Kissing her goodbye
an option indeed
with dentures removed
I give it a miss
I need mead
I need mead to cleanse my heart
I need mead
I need it now
