Drummer

Written by: Era Grover

I want to hear your voice
the feel to the switch poise
the drool when you stop and swagger
the cool when you drip honeyed dagger
into the curl and fray and elite stagger
I want to touch the sunbathing mount in it
drown in drawl husky
battering against the rain and wind of day
I want it christen me with bubbles of hope, fun
humor all over
a hand against mine , a foot tapping dash of your lush
nuances, plucking, wheeling around in a twirl,
a beep of surprise, a nicety as the bribe
a filigree of drive to say, to speak into a utter
the ultimate dine of i love you...