The Looking-Glass
Your anatomy is so silvery…..
Your anatomy is so silvery…..
I’m a lake and people bend over me……
A West Indian dance with dancers bend……
Behind you I can hear the swish and splash…….
Like a see-saw…….
You will always be mine…..
Loving…..
So far it has been a tragedy…..
The wind’s like a contender…….
I will preserve your love like food…….
Your strategy for the Caribbean……
Morning arises hesitantly from the sky……
You’re a narrow corridor of asphalt….
The morning was like a surfer on the sea….
The forceful wind is like a big dog……
Dawn is like an athlete with his javelin of light…..
The ruby sun has gone down in the west……
Coming from the African coast…..
Oh, your number of lines I will discuss……