once there were lavenders here
            blue and mellow like the song of a blue waxbill
                              swaying in the breeze
            in obeisance to your hypnotic lilac outfit
and i sat there mesmerized like an alien on foreign terrain
          as if the outer person mattered that much
                  till like Houdini you broke the chains
                        of the intensity of my need
                                 and i was alone again
                                          naturally