A Charters Romance

A Charters Romance part 1

 

You yes you my dream from a distance

I wanted you more than my wrist could keep up

With beer in belly in the old Charters Arms

I walked towards you fear gripped me as I got nearer

Your long raven locks so beautiful

As fear took me I decided not to stop and walk on past

As I past, you screamed, a really cute kind of scream

Thinking perhaps she wants me after all

I look back at you in anticipation, but alas it’s not to be

I notice how your beautiful locks of hair so shiny

These shiny locks like tentacles from a passion octopus

Entangled on the studs of my jacket

So delicate they were, I never noticed

As I dragged you off your stool backwards

Legs in the air, with a look that could kill

Telling me the dream

May have to stay the Distance

©Martin Hickman March 2014

 

A Charters Romance part 2

On the second encounter, apologies seemed to be in order

I wanted you to see I was really ok

I sat in that spot that got you with jacket stud

I explained and pleaded like a little puppy

How sorry I am, you smiled that smile

You know the smile that made your legs go jelly

As I motioned my arms, I knocked your glass of larger and black

All over those ample mounds of mystery

You were stunned into silence then I tried to wipe it of

Then you let rip what "kind of fool are you"

As your hand made contact with my face

Making the sort of noise that turns all heads

Thinking to myself

The fool that dreams of you

©Martin Hickman February 2014

 

A Charters Romance part 3

On the third encounter, you were stood next to the door

That one you know near the bar

You spotted me approaching, as I intended to make amends

You had that look of oh not again

I positioned myself to speak or brace for the rage to come

I leaned on the door like one of those characters in a western saloon

Third time unlucky as the door was unlocked

I flew through the air landing flat on my face

Still perhaps I thought pity you would take

As you look down at me on the floor and said

"Who the hell are you?

The Charters Frank Spencer

Looks like the dream

Went the distance

©Martin Hickman March 2014