Eyes half closed, I imagine
A fine layer of rain
To refine my multiple senses,
search my innocence
A velvet of fragile insistence

On the dawn of tomorrow
streams this light
it drizzles and jumbles all feelings
some freeze
then I boil into succulence
A flower in renaissance

This morning, Satin man
A seagull in your eyes
lost itself in my ocean
flew itself away
in our elated skies

I choose you at last
As you are
Not wanting to wait as I pass
only to flee in your gaze
enlightened with love and peace
strong lovers day by day

Sudden man
Satin man
Be My man

Copyright ©2007 Johanne Farmer