Author Peter H. Lee The drunken guest clings to my sleeve,My gauze sleeve gets torn as I shake him off.I don't mind the torn blouse,I only fear the end of our love. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments