QUENCH MY THIRST

QUENCH MY THIRST

Quench my thirst for romance, take my hand and let us dance.
Dance away the night terrors, dance away the fitful sleep.
Dance away the Parkinson’s, kiss me slow and deep.

I hope you’ll find me handsome still, some vestige left of who you met,
On that magic night now long ago, that shines in my heart like an amethyst.
I hope you’ll find me funny yet, full of attitude and piss,
Not some weakened, sick old man, but a strong and vibrant spirit.

Quench my thirst for your hand, my hunger for our best laid plans,
And satisfy my appetite, with your soul so pure and your teeth so white.
And dance away the specter of Mr. Death and all his henchmen,
Dance away the strait-laced ways and fill the night with sin.

Quench my thirst for passion, my hunger for your company,
Dance away my clumsiness, my inner Humpty Dumpty.
And promise that you’ll stay with me when the wilderness is all too much
And conjure fever from my forehead with your healing touch.

Quench my thirst for romance and stay until the end,
And become my weeping willow, so graceful in the wind.
Stay until the curtain falls, until my final act.
No matter how the chips they fall, nor how the cards are stacked.

Quench my thirst for romance, take my hand and let us dance.
Dance away the worries that in my soul do creep.
Dance away this awful stiffness, kiss me slow and deep.

-Bruce Potts
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