Shall I draw pictures on your naked chest with my fingertips Tiptoeing lightly through the fine grass of this scape Colour them in with tender kisses from the paintbrush of my lips Would all my tender touches give your thoughts their shape May I lie quietly in your arms until the new day’s birth Feeling the tendrils of your cool breath kiss my cheek And would your eyes gaze into mine until the moon makes claim to night Harvesting every grain of knowledge that you seek For through the window panes of azure you would find me As you have found me every day since time inhaled So, when I feel your eyes caressing every crevice of my soul I must relinquish all my secrets so long veiled Could I reach out for just one whisper of my heart’s thrum Casting out shadows from sculptured furrows of your fears I’d…