Dove Song

Dove, southern belle You captured me with your curls And poorly hidden tells Sat close, I froze How was I to know your holy words Would wash me of my hells? Lavender and gin My heart was longing to begin In the tub With you, sweet Dove Dove, sly songbird Your grace and wit matched only by The nervous songs I heard you play My stay was transformed by this intimacy Dissolved all my fears Tied to the word Lavender and whisky Did you know that you would kiss me Into love Sweet Dove? Each movement, each gaze Down to every costume change You were walking poetry I couldn't wait To savor on my tongue Sweet Dove And true, you won't remain The "you" I'm creating in my brain But that's fine, take a hammer to this line And write some, too I can't wait for you