Thunder opens its throat Lets out the roar of rain Soaked i clench my overcoat And come up to see you again. Your smoothly sculptured neck The trapped curving tongue Your cage of a mouth springs open And throws out the seeds of a song. They grow and flower And hour after hour. Blessed velvet. You whisper The world a slave to your look Your shapely almond tears Your marzipan skin in a crystal stare Your chocolate box of fears The load off my mind The pointed beating pulse Stabbing instead my thumping Head This famousness is false You glow and glint I blink you winked Ice polished silk You whisper.