Sunday, 8 September 2013

Poem: The Dreamer

The Dreamer

As you slept I kept my gaze on you
And tried to sneak inside your dreams
I crept my playful fingers up
Your back, its every scratch and crack
To stroke that strong yet tender skin
Must be a sin, my worst thoughts said
Or just the purest lusts of love
To pamper, please and plunder.

You stirred and stared me in the chest
On which you’d rest your weary head
And led me in my dreary daze
To drift towards our happy place
A place of wonder, free from woe
Where dreams together overflow.

Graeme Roberts

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