by grace

[Mark A Becker]

by grace

our bodies wear out
the years

as steady tides
of true blood

guide me back
to the exotic

taste of you
again and again

to remind me
who I am

by grace

our bodies wear out
the years

the steady tide
of true blood

guides my heart
to your embrace

takes me back
to the exotic

taste of you
again and again

to remind me
who I am