From one to ten,
count dear friends
in a warmth skin
guides discipline.
I take the broken
notion of devotion
and cast in ocean
that was motion.
Take your place
so strong a face
we see again my
arms your waist.
Tell me secrets
things only for me.
Take me around
your far vast sea.
I touched a thigh
ran fingers over
your arms, back.
Over shoulders.
Steer my anger in
unto the canopy go.
Make quenched
a thirst taken slow.
Shall I ever mock
or transpire hate,
put your arms for
my anger to abate.
