Passages of Thyme

I rise and sink, with the sun
My island of restraint, gently tugging
I saw it, nearly the whole thing
Love shaped, wasn't it? Panties too
A few feminists, wince excitedly
Just as they remembered they should
I wanted to hold your hand, still do
Any fool would be helpless, with you
Walking in and out of every dream
Sometimes scantily clad, let it be said
How could I not look, at all of that?
I defy you, any, try and resist, futile
Love shaped, wasn't it? Panties too
A few feminists, wince excitedly