Saturn's Outer Rim

I sit here at the candlelit table in a silent plead Nineteenth century red wine is not what I need For I do believe I am beginning to hallucinate Which means all my senses start to dissipate I could swear the waiter was in the form of you All the other guests gave me a familiar view Each back of their head, the same blonde mop My eyes screwed up, still the feeling won’t stop I blink twice and look at my poor date He must think he’s in for a dire fate This crazy woman who now sits before him Looking like she belongs on Saturn’s outer rim He reaches out to give me a worried grasp ‘Are you alright?’ I respond with a dramatic gasp I swore for a moment I saw your eyes As we now tuck into our shepherd pies ‘Did I really order this?’ I said Was this off the menu I read? He nodded his head, he looked to the ground We sat there for 10 whole minutes without a sound ‘What’s his name, the man that still has your heart?’ My lips begin to quiver, but they did not part I told myself I would never settle for contentment Nor live my life and wallow in my hearts resentment But is that what I am doing, tonight at this dinner? Whilst my patience of my own mind wears thinner When all I really want is to be in your warm embrace To knock on your door, and see your handsome face That’s what I’ll do! Oh god, I do feel rather dreadful for this poor man His romantic intentions haven’t quite gone to plan He’s looking even more confused as I grab my clutch I rummage inside, it’s only fair if we go Dutch ‘I’m ever so sorry, but there’s someone I must see’ As I put down some money and begin my flee I run past the post office and the corner store Through the park I race, finally reaching your door I knock three times and wait, my head starts to pound What if he’s not in or worse, he has another girl round? The light in the hallway comes on, my hands start to shake I bet she’s beautiful, wouldn't that be the icing on the cake The door opens, you greet my with a shocked expression I sigh heavily, not knowing how to state my intention ‘I thought I’d just drop by for a late night chat’ That was the worst line ever, my conscience spat Oh if I don’t do it now, I might never get the chance! I grab his shirt and pull him out of his shocked stance I press my lips to his and bring him back to our outer rim His hands on my back, I feel his mouth curl into a grin