Crossing over between worlds
from those saucy dreams to now.
A bridge of sorts I must stretch
a regular occurance somehow.
A lingering of time and space
to capture wishes I brew.
Thats the kind of power you have
whenever I think of you.
From the sweetest of dreams
I must break loose a start
to face my day of horrors
with you the engine of my heart.
Salacious and loving
you get me off with a thrill.
The sort of dreamscape
which captures a lonely will.
Crossing over between worlds
my day is a floating dish.
A wanton spurting desire
filled with a passionate kiss.
Del Cano 2007 March
2 comments:
Spencer, this is lovely. Saucy dreams and capture wishes. What a woman she must be to have that power over you.
Myke
Hi Spencer !!!!!!!!! I have to come and tell you that I am lurking around again here I am. There are so many things I like about this poem especially where you write :
with you the engine of my heart.
Crossing over between worlds
my day is a floating dish.
I have to say these words form such images in the mind. Your poems bring readers such as myself into the poem which is different from other poems. Thank You.
Take care my dear friend.
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