I love you more than life itself
as long as the life isn't mine
and long to place you on a shelf
then sip you like a fine old wine.

Your eyes are clear as a spring day
when you are not drunk
.I live to watch your tail sashay
like a departing skunk.

And when I waken beside you
I can't believe my luck
that I am then able to view
a sight like a wrecked truck.

The kiss each time I leave for work
which I dodge from lips and let hit cheek
assure that I will always jerk
away from the body which reeks.

And through the years sharing my life
wishing instead that I was dead
or maybe have married another wife
with whom to share my bed.........