Collection *re edit

 
,  
A collector of man's  
desperate desire,   
falling into line with  
the head rush of 
searching fingers, till
heated breath upon  
my neck line  
I do turn for you now.   
 
I'll give my thoughts  
to your touch;      
Vibrancy of harmonic  
colours,  
forgotten oratorios
scripted out,   
captured words  
falling from your lips,   

Quiet in their complexities  
our silences greeting   
this love heard in cerebral  
solitude & praise      
       
But my thoughts,      
vibrant, harmonious   
like the very touch of your  
hand in mine    
rejoicing in alleluias  
reinventing;     
For I fear neither the  
sound of my thoughts,   
or the love before me.   
  
And let this be the symbol  
of my want for you,   
to place your contentment  
closer to mine    
 
  
for whilst you are there   
your mine to keep for a lifetime