The Curtain

Sunbeam shining through a dewdrop,
Hanging on an oakleaf, brings the thought of you,
Naked, stepping from the shower,
Your wet body glitters in the dusty hue.
Colors, sounds of birds and whispers,
All becomes a curtain, showing me a movie
Of the way you move me, as the leaves blow by.
Ravens, hopping on a rooftop,
Dancing in the twilight, crowing at the stars.
You, me, drunk from wine and music,
Dancing after midnight, in abandoned bars.
Street lights, garbage trucks and traffic,
All becomes a curtain, showing me a movie
Of the way you move me, as the leaves blow by.
Cats in heat, a busy street,
A siren in the night, a thousand sounds
That call me back to you.
Street lights, garbage trucks and traffic,
All becomes a curtain, showing me a movie
Of the way you move me, as the leaves blow by.