The Man in the Garden

1 2 3 buttons undone
Cotton and silk threads shift
Across shoulders like boulders
And honey drenched skin
Begging 4 5 to be undone
Come hither eyes linger on
Just a little too long
On the silver cast figure
Hanging from his nape
Swinging between threads undone

There's a man in the garden
The man in the garden's
Face is concealed by flowers
There's a man in the garden
The man in the garden
Possesses distinct powers

Mercury is left waiting
Allowing for the itch to brew
While he's dancing and glancing
Fingers running through
Havana brown curls trailing
1 2 3 cards from the pile
Bergamot and rose oil burns
See the devil in revel
Four lovers who yearn
For their vigour to beguile

There's a man in the garden
The man in the garden's
Face is concealed by flowers
There's a man in the garden
The man in the garden
Possesses distinct powers

Will there be a white white wedding
With red silk bedding
And babies one and two
Or blue blue bruises
With poor excuses
And lovers for me and you

There's a man in the garden
The man in the garden's
Face is concealed by flowers
There's a man in the garden
The man in the garden
Possesses distinct powers