Slow Song

Joe Jackson Slow Song

The light faded
To the dimming twilight
The rest
For reality
To wait
To abate
And in abidance
Bring the magic

Allowing her
To
Spread her grace
So gentle
So alive
In her face
As
She turned
Almond eyes
Spoke
More eloquent simple
Pure
Than all the works ever compiled

She was beautiful
And she knew it
That was her charm
Though she liked to be told
In
Silent soft slow
Into her ear
In
A moment
Of drawing near
Of refuge
Of rest
For 
The two
To be
Uncaring
What the concrete world
Brought
Thought
Before them

His soft draw
Along her verdant cheek ripe
Her soft dip
Loose strands of hair fell across her face
To begin
The play
The hidden reveal
So slight
While her laugh
Asked a question
He wanted to spend the rest of his life
Answering

To look
To laugh
To be
Simply
For the other
So the two separated
Could be
For only a moment
A moment
Of eternity
As he drew
Close
For the heated lips press
That would live forever
Somewhere
In some
Eternal
Slow song