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Copyright 1999 Thomas Farren
The taste of your kiss on my lips as I leave,
Goodnight for tonight.
As I watch you disappear under the light
I close my eyes and
Take in your aroma still lingering
In the air
in front of me.
You're there again.
Eyes closed as we kiss.
Eyes closed remembering that kiss.
I still feel you wrapped in my arms,
Your hand touching my bare neck and a
gasp.
Embraced in the night we don't feel the cold
As we freeze. For a moment.
Your lips melting into mine -
Our hands find each other.
Your body pulling from mine but
Our lips hold us together.
You must go and so must I.
I open my eyes and you are really gone.
You are up the steps and in your house.
I am alone on the corner. Under the light.
I linger for a second and turn to my car.
Though the wind is whipping I shiver
And I smile.
I'll see you tomorrow night.
© 2002 Thomas Farren
this morning I can barely hear
since last night you nibbled my ear,
huh? what's that you're trying to say?
today's a special holiday?
but Christmas came back in December,
the 4th of July I can't remember,
St. Patty's Day is coming up,
Groundhog Day's gone belly up.
Say again, hearts and candy?
Well I'll be a traveling dandy!
Lights and action, satisfaction,
Let's get started on our lip smacking.
Today's the day of the kiss,
And I have a sweet miss
with whom to share the sweetest joy
between any girl and a boy.
When I want to feel fantasia,
I need not go to Malaysia,
For I drink a nectar'd sip
from the lushness of your lips.
And so Cupid is flying high,
He shot his arrow in my thigh
But I'm thinking of yours,
Knowing I'll see you this day at four.
Copyright 1999 Thomas Farren
I met a whiskey bottle once,
And I tell you it's all true,
She had a shapely bottle'd form,
She had a golden hue.
She said, "Come when you are happy,
And come when you are blue,
Come when you have no friends,
And come when you get a few.
I don't care if you have money,
I don't care if you have fame,
I don't care about the twenty pounds
Since we last met that you have gained.
I won't laugh if you are crying
Because some silly girl broke your heart.
I won't force you to be emotional
When you don't know where to start."
That last one was the magic phrase
Which I needed to hear,
So I pointed to her friend and said,
"Introduce me to your beer."
Now I don't use my head at all
'Cept when I'm talking to myself,
And all the people I should be talking to
Are talking amongst themselves.
© 2002 Thomas Farren
Look up high and you will see
An arrow flying clear and free
Aimed at some poor bastard’s heart,
But if he’s quick it’ll miss the mark.
He’ll duck and cover, run away
Live to fight another day.
Cupid fights so unfairly
with his life he lives so flairly.
Wearing diapers and a tie
He’s tricked all women he’s a spy
Into the ways a man should act,
Not as opinion but as fact.
Women, oh, alack the women!
Brought together as a coven
Trust the voice of demi-god
And like to wild horses try to shod
The men trying not to be broken,
Though the struggle is but a token.
For eons men have fought the fight
To rid the Earth of Eros’ flight,
Though years ago men learned the trade
of candy for the squeals girls made.
Be a jerk for weeks on end,
Easy for flowers to mend.
Dinner’s often part of the bargain,
Extra notes wrote in the margin.
Get her door and let her talk,
Later she won’t scream and talk.
Peace and quiet and maybe just,
a little necking in the dusk.
The arrow’s high, and aim is straight,
But men no longer fear the fate,
Learned to block the target well,
Though act as if they’ve been felled.
Spoken with voice calm and clear,
“I love you” (when Cupid’s here!).