Catwalk

Catwalk

Deep in the garden of your thirst
Is the place where I rehearse
All the acts of love and passion
Like it’s the brand new fall hit fashion

The delicate lace of your hair
Compliments me here and there
You hands fit me like a glove
While I gaze at you from above

The silky skin that drapes upon me
Has no need for accessory
Moisture glazes my skin with a finish
So the value does not diminish

The designer’s name
Is of divine fame
Only God could create the perfection
That has shown me such affection

Threads of love and buttons of gold
For a garment that never grows old
Only you could surely flatter
A model that doesn’t seem to matter