His words caused the flow in her mind to rise-up
 and swell the confines of the embankment
 that kept her beside the still waters of ignorance.
 Riding on the
 motion of his verb placement
 and
 proper nouns
 adjacent to her backstroke.
 He swam hard & fast, hard & fast
 All the while she beckoned, come
 Teach her how to negate the norm
 While his pulsating waves left ripples down her back
 Her wanting for more proved his titanic impact
 A malfunction can occur with no air to the brain
 Don't sacrifice the dawning of mental gain.

 He'd collasped
 She seduced his penal gland
 With roses of thought
 His inner-strength she sought to regain
 Driven by feelings left over from time
 He enters her silent like a mime
 Reduced to a nervous vine
 He began
 to
 interwine her with hand signals

 Portraying his
 mental moves
 On her unseen village
 He broke the threshold of her forest
 And there she really was
 Lost in a dream
 Still on the first page