sweep me up into your arms
when I am paying no attention
pen a poem in my name
on the napkin in a restaurant
climb onto a table
sing a song that urges revolution
then dance me
on a pavement of promises
across the road
to make traffic stop
spin me around like an idea
you’ve just formed
make me feel that I’m right there
in a dream
with you
read me a chapter from the book
of your life that you are writing
show me the half-painted canvas
that holds an image of my face
hold me close against your skin
so I am one with your rhythm beating
then raise me
in the air on a whispered word
that I can fly
like a thought released
fluttered round like a desire
you’ve just encountered
make me feel that I’m right there
in the dream
with you
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Author:
Frank Prem (
Offline) - Published: January 5th, 2018 00:02
- Category: Special occasion
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- Users favorite of this poem: FredPeyer, RebeccaRose.x, alisha, Laura🌻.
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Comments4
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, Frank!
Well, you amazed me with your writing. Gotta make this a favorite.
Kick up your feet Fred. It's the way to go.
What a wonderful write Frank.
Cheers, GF. Just do it, hey?
Good write Frank.
Keep on dancing, O.
Frank...
I had to read this a few times! Each time I read it, it made me wish I was the one being spoken to! A great write!
~Laura~
Thanks Laura. Get on that table and twirl, I say.
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