figures in stone
in the winter of northern light bright nights
i spent many of them with my hands wrapped around my sex
and with eye closed persuasion i made you appear in my room
and with only the lights from the nighttime on the snow
we made midnight love
and you still know nothing of my passion
i conveniently forgot to ever tell you about it
it would serve no purpose
you were certainly more agreeing in my dreams
than you could ever be in person
but for a women released from a young man's mind
you made love with a softness that becomes you
Copyright© michael dennis/fast eddie press 1979