mary christmas

when nine songs were written for you...

each dedicated to what you wore

on a day of the week.. and the two

weekend nights :$

men turned into boys...

mature pleasure into teenage joys

at the sound of your cackling laughter

I'm holding a candle and a seat

my kitchen slab is this famous eatery

might you be interested in a dinner date?

you make em run... from pillar to post

you make those eyes like yr raising a toast!

then you hold my hand as we cross the road :$

you're famous for trouble and how much you grumble

but yet deep down you're humble

I'll wait till the end and the famous bend

could i get your house number...

there are gifts to send :$

the post of a toast...

2009... you were a dear friend

with a new flavour

from beginning through end

as the music plays in the background

through coffee sips on my balcony

you drove slowly to a close..

with your unique after-taste

i'm compelled to concur with a heavy heart

a yr like yrself would be hard to find

you helped me experience... another love after the first!

you made me let go... of the dream that was 'her'

you questioned my assumptions and role in life...

you shattered my inhibitions like a 3AM honk!

you smelled like winter... with the after-taste of rain

you played in harmony... my strings once again

when the last decade had changed

i'd lost my innocence

i sit here & wonder

what price you'll claim!