Head For Words

I wish I had a dictionary for a brain and thesaurus for a soul
Then I could paint words with flamboyant strokes
And. highlight each of my subjects in bold.

I could describe with passion the scent of a forest floor
Or the busty lustful beckoning of a red light corner hoar

I could deafen with words that few of us would know
And leave you with a longing and the deepest warming glow

If only I could find just the right words,
So when eyes were closed and they were read
They would remain forever there inside your head.
So each time that you saw a thing of beauty
The words you read were recited to another as an homage and a duty.

Maybe one day I will have my want
And the dictionary I long for, will be placed inside my bonce?