Iris

Waiting at a bus stop in pouring rain
Looking back at the emptiest of streets
In a shelter made of grey concrete plain

Sitting on a grey bench of seats
On the most miserable Sunday morning
Alone with a destination to meet

A bus then arrives with it's door yawning
I then choose a seat when all are empty
Then through the rain, it grinds without warning

Eventually dropped off in the city
Through the rain I walk - past things to ignore
For there's a certain house waiting for me

Upon finding it, I knock at it's door
Before confronting a pair of blue eyes
Gazing at me with an intense implore

All defenses crumble - here is my prize
Bearing a purity no one else can touch
It all falls down with the sweetest of sighs

Within my hand beauty is all I clutch
A strong love untainted is all I see
With a wanting I must heed oh so much

The world stops turning. Time ceases to be
Within this deep ocean, I willingly drown
Into intoxication so pretty

I won't refuse this nor will I back down
Instead I'll submit to this emotion
For my princess, I present a gold crown

Melting away with intimate motion
All feeling gives way for love so pure
Fair lady, give me my drug, my potion


30th September 2006