While He Dreams

WHILE HE DREAMS

  While you dream every inch of you I will give my tongue to learn
  An explorer --I will find just where it is that you ignite this fire
  Tasting goes from tongue straight to my heart—to be examined –freeze or burn
  As explorer I will taste the source of the river—of exploration I will never tire   
  I will find the source of the river—however long it may require
  Wicked delicious river of ten thousand tears
  Where other women have drowned in their desires
  But I hand on helm sail on and steadfastly shall I restrain my fears.
  While you dream every inch of you I will give my tongue to cherish.
  Passion is not meant for faithless or the faint of heart.


V Anderson-Throop
Jan 20/13
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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