Anglo American Relations

You are my favourite whiskey,
the laudanum in my wine,
just to hold your hand,
to kiss once your neck,
would inspire
ten thousand lines.

Lighter than Larkin
to muse upon your face;
unrequited?
I cannot stop my love;
for my love it
has no brakes.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011

You know who you are. I wish I did.