Poetry

If I could just have my own way with you
I would stick onto you like strong clear glue,
be accompanying you throughout the day
like some magic coming out of the blue,

as from my feet you have swept me away,
you come to almost every word I say
in and out of my mind your image dips
and continually my mind does to you stray

and I would be under your soft fingertips
be covering you, even your very hips
while you were busy driving you own car,
I would be looking, watching your sweet lips,

in the mirror and the black road of tar
while together we were travelling quite far.