Upon the pillow, twining into streams,
Leads fingers on an odyssey, sublime
As unencumbered pathways of deep dreams.
To break the spell would be horrendous crime,
But holding silence drives me to extremes,
So I spin lover's wishes into rhymes
As you drift through the land where passion teems.
We lie again beside the surging sea
Whose breeze is scented with a hint of spice--
Embrace those waves with nobody but me!
And as we roll on swells that never end
Discovering that destinies can splice,
My lips decipher every word you send.
(c)James F. Gaines
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