i remember the smell of your skin
the smell of a springful garden
i remember the touch from your hand
so submissive and strong
i could only collapse upon it
i remember our embrace
when words were lost
it was impossible to voice
what our lips were silently singing

now it hurts my soul
to witness the strange dance that lovers make
they mock our love
men and women prostrating themselves
in the marketplace
they belittle our love
in the news and the magazine stands
we are advertised as cattle
on the auctioning block

they do not understand
the naked saxophone
is nature's clarion call
to aggrandize power
through the amalgamation of life
they only know
a woman values a man
for what he can do
they only know
man wants a woman
like his appetite to rule

and as newspapers rush
to print the story
it becomes too irresistible
with the facts misconstrued
everyone falls
into the supremacy of their best guess
completely unlike the epiphany
of you in a sunday dress

and they twain
shall become one flesh
in fervent heat
hearts melt, combine
but the glowing embers must perish
if it can not abide
on to death, the fools
if the equation of life
is usurped by divide