Dressing the Dance

Oh, she'll come to you, dressed in her silks and her linens,
Her cottons, her ice cream, her smile.
Her quickening heartbeat, the flush of her features
Are more than a matter of style.
But when you move close to her, she's all awash with scarves,
Whirling away from your touch,
And over the rustle of silk comes her soft voice:
"Unwrap me." She'll tell you that much.

Unwrap her, unwrap her, she's more than her surface,
So slowly the scarves will unwind,
Every layer a mystery, legend and history,
Dressing the dance of her mind.

Oh, she'll come to you, dressed in her fears and her foibles,
Her character flaws and her doubts.
Her desire to know more of you spars constantly
With her instinct to just shut you out.
And when you approach her, she's got all the right words,
She'll smile as she plans her reply,
And she'll give you sane answers to all your inquiries,
But the thing she won't tell you is, "Why."

Unwrap her, unwrap her, she's more than her questions,
Her levels of doubt will unwind...
Every layer a mystery, legend and history,
Dressing the dance of her mind.

Oh, she'll come to you, dressed in her deepest desires,
Her yearnings, her passions, her will,
Her dreams laced with darkness, her breathless admissions,
Her pulse that seems never to still.
She'll tease you with images, hint at the cruelty
That beats the black horse of her heart;
Then she'll finally focus, she'll offer her hand,
And she'll beg you to tear her apart.

Unwrap her, unwrap her, she's thread to unravel,
Her will and her wit will unwind...
Every layer a mystery, legend and history,
Dressing the dance of her mind.

Oh, she'll come to you, dressed in her quiet humility,
Lightness and fairness and grace.
Her self-understanding, the way she says "thank you,"
The peace and the calm of her face.
She'll kiss you for hours, she'll pray in her small way,
And though she still may not explain,
She will lie there beside you and soft as a whisper,
She'll tell you, "Unwrap me again."

Unwrap her, unwrap her, she's yours for the taking,
The ribbons and bows will unwind...
Every layer a mystery, legend and history,
Dressing the dance of her mind.

Notes: This song came out of several conversations I had with friends about the way I handle personal relationships.

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