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Susan K. Rowse

I Thought of you

While you were sleeping I thought of you
The wonderful wit...your anger too
Your awesome appeal, the hands that are great
The way that you touch me, for goodness sake!
Its a fancy I need with the love I can use
The heart of this man...this soul of a muse
Nature all wound up and packaged so neat
Pieces of heaven and tasting so sweet
No diet control...I could never win
I'd dine on these passions again and again
Its awesome and filling, its fate and its love
Its pushes toward heaven and backwards the shove
Its lightning and thunder with filtered rain
Its cleansing a heart once full of pain
Its healing treasures and warming like toast
Its gregarious virtues and rhythms that boast
Its wet, sometimes wild and hard things that burst
Its love and its him...then its quenching a thirst
I thought of you and goosebumps broke out
Along with mixed climaxes...deep breaths and shouts
The mind is alive while you are asleep
Warming to pressures in your soul...I keep.