Pour me a dream
 

If I gave you a glass would you pour

Me a dream? Decant me a draught

Of true love if you please? Pray do

Not be stingy, tip lavish and long,

Pour freely with passion, to the brim

And beyond.

To the brim and beyond where love

Grips the heart, where dreams never

Ending are spun in the dark, where a

Low whispered ‘Yes,’ borne on trembling

Lips, turn the world upside down in the

Heat of a kiss.

In the heat of a kiss like no other before,

In the swirl of the moment, what was

That you poured? A full bodied nectar,

A draught for one night? Oh, no, you

Sipped true love, and true love is for life.

© Joseph G Dawson