The Lover
janine canan
Your skin was midnight satin.
And I was a brilliant seeker.
Your heart was mother of pearl.
And I was a baby oyster.
Your voice was doting honey.
And I was parched for sweetness.
Your eyes divined other worlds.
And I was a starry stranger.
Your mind was a windblown encyclopedia.
And I was a frantic scholar.
Your words were silken knots.
And I was a master of paradox.
Your lotus opened a thousand petals.
And I was a bee -- I dove to your center.
