Dear Lover,
I saw your face
across a crowd
I met your eyes
and smiled aloud
you took my hand
into a swing
I think my heart
began to sing
I sought the sun
between your thighs
to be lost
instead of blind
and look what I
found instead
your yellow dreams
and sunshine bed
you took my head
into a spin
I shook from me
the claws of dread
I used to think
of roses red
in bloody dreams
and realities
then, I met you
and now it seems
instead of hopes
I dream instead
of moonlight in
your yellow bed