love song #2

Draw for me with a cinnamon stick on a window frosted with ice
Play me grass in the summer shade over the percussion of the rising tide
Bathe with me in a cup of cocoa and drink the nectar from my lips
Your soul is like a distant lover
singing to me with pressing hips

Dance with me in fields of dreamsong quiet clouds passing over
Eat the whispers that lean over lips that swoon to ears so keen
Stroke my hunger with the backbone of a single lion queen
Your eyes are like a supple moment floating on eternity