Her sudden touch has toppled one into consciousness... <br />Where has sleep left we... <br />Where has thy bean left its pod... <br />Where has this detergent left its surds... <br />Where have this audience not gathered to rouse My applaud... <br />I have tried keeping to our English but these lines keep slanting into Their French, My Roi... <br /> <br />Let me dance to them spirit drums that enchant our waist and steps... <br />Her softness has with this Hardness Clashed... <br />Passion has stolen two hearts... <br />Entwining both into one... <br />As I write to thee from these spirit lands mind me not... <br />Even if a little bump occurs on them grammaticus compilus, Still sign we on... <br />Aha Little tingled splashes... <br />Inviting Eyelashes... <br />Time for Quails to take them Leave... <br />Passion stole only one Sacred heart...Yours followed.<br /><br />Anthony Edmond John<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-thy-eyes-my-roi/
