(Shearer)
Mother Earth
Could I ever find another lover
To take your place
Some kind adulteress
To rescue me from the wilderness
Of your face
Your body
Sometimes I get the impression
It's so soiled
You've been walked over so often
And yet not quite spoiled
And the wealthy businessmen
Take you to the clubs, restaurants and bars
Where people hide their fears
In smokey atmospheres
And you try to hide
Your acid tears
But now
We're both alone
And I see you in your pastel shades
And in the autumn twilight
You make me feel
I'm in love
© 2012 Andrew Shearer.