Give me a woman who rolls here eyes
half asleep, shrouded and draped
Her eyes drowsy
this early morning
I see a thousand mountains
and tiny alleys
Faces of caution and some passion.
Divine, supple I'm drawn to her close
I cannot let her go, enveloped in sleep
are great bards and minstrels
They refuse to wake her at the hiss of any man but me.
I brace myself effectively
when she says something that pierces me
and then those three words that she spoke
counting on stars and sailing in sea
I shall avow that moment forever,
while I turn immortal in those seconds.
Give me a woman