for the colour of your skin

so a man can feel what a man feels
a glitter of gold in the stream
under pylons of rusted steel
it’s a glimmer of hope
beyond wishing i was the soap

for the colour of your skin

i won’t apologise
for admiring your thighs
as much as your eyes
it’s the clearing that defines
heaven from the line of the pines
below mountains steep, sunlit navel
the alpine’s valley deep

don’t get all bitter on me
like you’ve been sucking lemon pips to spit at me
so i’m no sugar mouth, alright
i’ve seen the others with their honeyed tongues
aching for the delight
of the colour of your skin

for the beauty deeper in
your heart discovered there within...



lavender and silken blouses
apricot trees, verandah houses
jacarandas and wheat, fine lace sleeves
for who you are and what you achieve

don’t get all bitter on me
like you’ve been sucking lemon pips to spit at me
so i’m no sugar mouth, alright
i’ve seen the others with their honeyed tongues
aching for the delight
of the colour of your skin
for the comfort of your skin
for the comfort of my skin

so a man feels
what a man feels