natural tone..(that Hallmark flavor)

   You were born on a clear night, right outside the capital of less is more..

Dawn captures you how i picture you..

natural...

the way mom likes to see you when you visit...

natural..

like the first time she cradled your tiny frame..

see..i like you all dolled up in make up..

but compared to just you, it ain't the same..

i don't find our kisses plain..

without lipstick, our lips will still stick..

please no bells or whistles..

just you, lady natural..

skin as smooth as a dream when you fall down..

baby, you don't need that rouge right now..

this isn't my master plot to get you naked..

well,not completely..

just a little spring cleaning, eliminating the unnecessary..

me the nocturnalist, started to go to bed early..

just to catch your morning face..morning's grace...

i've gone to sleep for the night, i can't wait..

it's the natural slumber, the natural dreams, the natural tone...

of our close bodies, and our wandering souls...

sunrise brings those journeys to a close...

sweatbeads on your forehead looks like dew on a rose..

so i lean in, and smell your cheek..

mother earth's new scent..

in stores now..

and she's calling it you..