Contours You Can't Put A Finger On…
Every lover has a contour you just can't-touch
by Mark Heathcote
Musical notes that echo, far away inasmuch.
It's like trying to contain a rain clouds image
As it swings north then south across the coast
All hold a little bit back; behind a drawbridge.
Each gal unheard has a damsels cry, riposte!
Enough, that'll make grown men weep, and cry,
So, he reserves making claps of thunder "high".