Mine is the face you will see
As you wake from the bleakness of your mind

And mine is the voice you will hear
As you hoist the heavy tears from your sore eyes

And mine is the heart and mine is the soul
That will guard you from the cold
And I'm not hard and I'm not old, but I'll get us by

Mine is the presence you will be
Aware of, when you're forced to leave your dreams behind

And mine is the love you will feel
As you discover how to deal with your new life

And mine is the flesh and mine are the curves
For the pleasure you deserve;
Warm and fertile chambers urge: ‘come inside'.

 

© M.A.Tovey 2011