Emma

Will he drop me now, make me drink more drink, sit up and say wow, if i should stand here, tell what he's thinking, maqybe something's there, his eyes a surly brown, they twitch at my blink, never on their own, the best of him appears, to drain sun’s sinking, should I disappear, like a bilbous bow, groans through the clinker, he freezes my horizon, don't need eyes of deer, let alone a shrink, to see what’s clear, love's always a trick.