Jungle's Hum

Your eyes have danced inside my mind Surpassed space; eclipsed time When they're near, my soul's bells chime They've carved gold into something sublime Show me the grooves that lie in chestnut, I insist not upon the riches of this world; Rather tell me of the secrets Of this perfect, magic girl Perhaps she was crafted of the hands of the divine Her smooth figure sends shivers all over my spine I feel that to live in this universe is but waste; Here, her origins are impossible to trace She's from somewhere else, far away Hair of gold, like the month of May The snow makes paths for her glimmering glow Is she something to feel, something to know? Please, oh moon, may you send her soon Dancing to some bright, pleasant tune I've heard that at times like these, one can feel the cold, hard breeze And discuss her features in ones, in twos, in threes The first her lips, ruby red and gentle Moving slowly down a stream; an orgasmic, red cream And of course her skin, tender, like a dream Last her words, a world unseen They've changed my life; my soul's redeemed To live without her is to melt and to scream May the time soon come, to the sound of a drum Where's revealed the place that she's from A place of sparkle, made of the jungle's hum Or perhaps a small morsel of the desert's crumb Wherever her origins, wherever her love I know that over me she's standing above Connecting her heart with mine; it fits like a glove And I gaze at her soaring like a bright, morning dove