fleece

In the shadows
Where secrets lurk
Lovers whisper of regrets
Make do with little hiccups

Trip over lofty ideals
Always let down to simmer
In cold pots left on the stove too long
Blackened coverings like damned souls

Make it happen
Tip-toe those lines of self-restraint
It will all come together in the end
In your jacuzzi with a glass of chardonnay

The lights hit the stage at an angle
Throwing your best features aside
Voices chant your name and your eyes sparkle
Nothing less, nothing more