To wake up to tear-soaked pillow cases and Kleenex, forlorn,
To wake up to sightless eyes, clagged up by once-beautiful, once fluttering layers of dark mascara,
To wake up to the streaming sunshine evading my eyes through your moth bitten curtains,
To wake up to your wild and obtuse Northern mutterings delighting my sweet lovebitten ears,
To wake up to the knowledge I'll be intoxicated with lady love and freshly limed ginger beer by noon,
To wake up to find myself free of a night's worth of scars and dark words, carved deep into my innocent white flesh,
To wake up to realise and believe that the world around you may never be tamed, but you, yourself, are the sweet and honourable lion tamer, in practice.
To wake up to sightless eyes, clagged up by once-beautiful, once fluttering layers of dark mascara,
To wake up to the streaming sunshine evading my eyes through your moth bitten curtains,
To wake up to your wild and obtuse Northern mutterings delighting my sweet lovebitten ears,
To wake up to the knowledge I'll be intoxicated with lady love and freshly limed ginger beer by noon,
To wake up to find myself free of a night's worth of scars and dark words, carved deep into my innocent white flesh,
To wake up to realise and believe that the world around you may never be tamed, but you, yourself, are the sweet and honourable lion tamer, in practice.
