Dreaming Dream's Of Love And Then It's Gone Poem by James McLain

Listen to the voice inside your heart,
But not your head.
The shaft is long the head is sharp,
And wide.
It's like a gentle tide, it's mouth is
Broad and wide.
Like the lolly pop you had when young
The tongue goes round and round.
You pushed it deeper in, untill I weep
Beneath the moon on high.
Two breathing, breath as one, our voice
Grown quite.
I only watched how long it was,
Untill it disappears inside.
All lovers here know we are not alone.