Now where did you get that hat

Heading for the wedding making that splash

The distant stare that takes me anywhere you lead

On down the rivulets of my imagining on

Course for your sea succour me in

Now where did you get that bow

From a bouquet teasing it all for

Show tempting my fascination arousing my

Agitation my lurking temptation securing

My distraction my phantom consummation

Now where did you get that hair

Standing proud I’d find you

Anywhere is that the inner you turned

Inside out to full view drawing me into

Your boudoir your deep enchanting couloir

Enraptured sisters this brother you captured

His sanity fractured with all to play

For no thing left to lose yet…

Let me be not forced to choose

Nick Price