Sleep

Sleep

Women,

Food

Wine

Sleep,

You can’t have one without the other,

And you can’t have the other without one,

You can’t have chalk without cheese,

And you can’t have black without white,

You can’t have ice without water

And you can’t have light without dark,

You can’t have long legs without a great smile,

And you can’t eyes without her sparkle.

He loves them,

Tall and slim,

He loves them,

Short and wide,

He loves them a little tender,

He loves them a little plump,

He loves them a little strong,

He loves them a little weak,

He loves them with a little colour,

He loves them with none,

His life was started by them,

And his life will be ended by them,

And in between,

He will spend his time,

Chasing them,

Satisfying their every need,

Their every desire,

They will never be far,

They will never get away,

He will never surrender,

He may want,

He may seek,

Yet,

He will never have that respite,

Just a rest,

For a moment or two.

A movie was once made,

A challenge,

For him to tackle,

To be himself,

That’s all he could do,

To be the best,

He had to find his salvation,

He had to win the game,

He had to take all that he could,

Wresting,

Stealing,

Sneaking,

It from his mates,

There could only be the one winner,

Or maybe two?

Each tasty morsel,

Working its way down his throat,

Each tasty morsel,

Hiding away,

Waiting for the hunter,

To shoot it down,

To capture it,

To divulge it,

It was his,

His to own,

His to control,

His hunger,

Knew no bounds,

His hunger,

Knew no inhibitions,

His hunger,

Devoured,

And delighted,

In all he get,

His hunger,

Knew his best friend,

And his best friend,

Knew him intimately,

Helping him,

To win that game,

From which,

A movie was once made.

Red,

White,

Sparkling,

Shiraz,

Merlot,

Chardonnay,

Or a Cabernet Sauvignon Blanc,

A special friend,

For a special time of day,

For a special lady,

For that special one,

With a special meal,

With that special atmosphere,

The log burner,

Slowing roasting the logs,

The lights turned down,

His legs stretched out,

Resting on the table,

His arm,

Rolled out,

Across the sofa,

She snuggling back,

Her long,

Soft black hair,

Sinking back,

Beneath his shoulder,

Her nose,

Muzzling into his chest,

His left hand on the remote,

Softening the tones,

Softening the soul,

Relaxing,

Drifting away,

His head drops,

On to her’s

Falling,

Falling,

Into a deep sleep.