The silent style
The curls that pile
The smooth walk
The timid talk
Amber eyes, amber eyes
What do you seek?
What do you find?
Channel your energy through;
submit your soul, become new
Tight lips, separate and lift
releasing in a purposeful drift
What circles drive you?
This type of distance is new.
Incentive, preventive
stay away, come away
Wrists rest behind your head;
body submits parallel to the bed
Sunglasses still on your face-
shoes, jeans all in place
You welcome constant defeat.
Where do you go when you retreat?
You are submerged in your mind
waiting out, enduring time.
You are submerged
until amber and blue converge