Soft and breezy summer night
along the gulfstream route
Chills of tenderness as I recall us
many years ago
These waters went around the world,
survived the ice and darkness below
to finally rest awhile in the warmth and shelter
And I am like that
heaving every anchor I can find
just to rest awhile with you
I close my eyes and smile
immersed in a cat's bouquet
dandy tigers
lion lilies
a collage of scents
when the ladies dance
She owns my eyes
and tugs them across the room
My hands are hers
that lunge when she unfolds
All rights are waived
and wills broken
by the marionette's strings
But I harbor no malice
as she doesn't even feel the pull
or see the helpless state I'm in
Still.....
she owns my eyes
my hands
and maybe soon
much more than this
