Her Head on my Chest
Go back into where you came from,
Back into the blue tin can.
I'll stare into you more than any breast
But, you don’t protect a heart,
Or hide the conch shell she would listen to lying with me.
She hears the sounding call and knows I’m in love.
The ripples are so bold from the warm wind,
It's comforting to know they will always be there.