Afraid you’d lose your virtue

You had to delegate
To something deep inside of me
Because I was like an abbot
Hiding in his little grey monastery
Trembling in his grazed brown; size 9 shoes.

Afraid to gaze at you
Afraid to look at the stars
Afraid that our hearts
Would go eschew!
And afraid you’d lose your virtue, to...

If he broke with his own ridiculous curfew
Afraid I might, somehow, hurt you.
At age seventeen, I didn’t know what to do,
About loving you!

You had to whisper sweet nothings
You had to cling like an orchid
And wait for that instant the wellsprings
Upturned moments, oh, so vivid.

You could almost catch them in my heart
Oh, then I could hope to die and depart.
In those heavenly, beating, up streams...
In some Eden’s forest, in those lucid, dreams.

Oh, didn’t you hear last night’s thunder?
Wasn’t it like Mozart?
Wasn’t it like a handcart?
Got kicked over...

Didn’t you hear it in my heart?
A pounding last night, sweetheart
Didn’t you hear it in my heart?
When a frog prince jumped strait out
Of my chest like an upstart
Oh, sweetheart...
Oh, sweetheart...
Sweetheart...

I pray you can’t climb that other small rampart
Because my little grey soul, can no-longer dart.
Oh, my sweetheart
I left that monastery and it’s late after dark
And there are no more bats in my eider
Now I’m learning to dance in the dark
I’m so much more bolder and brazier
In my own, heart sweetheart.
with you!