I whispered
In your ear
As I passed you by,
“I got nothing left”,
And leapt into this
Eternal free fall.
The next thing I knew
It was you with me
Free falling too
With that incredible
Grin on your face.
And on we go not knowing
Where,
Not caring how.
Just reeling with the feelings.
Many hours
Even music cannot fill the darkness.
So in silence I sit,
In silence
I am full.
Many days my heart is too heavy,
My sight barricades itself
I have not the strength to lift
My
Pen and place it to paper
Or my eyes to sunlight.
I sit in darkness.
In darkness I rest.
And I sink
Beyond my knees to earth.
Beyond touch of hand
Or restless thoughts
Where I lie.
For I do not even whisper there,
I do not not even cry.
He can
Pour his heart into
Ink and
Whispers
Yet otherwise, his
Voice
Falters
For words.
Softly whisper my name
I need to remember
I need to recall
I have forgotten
The sound
Which once fell from
Passionate lips.
There remains
Nothing more than
Echoes
In my brain
Of hearts now vanished.
I want to hear you whisper my name
With a craving ignited
From unrevealed dimensions
Within.
(A breathless
Quivering voice.)
Eager.
Crawling on hands and knees.
Whispering as you plead for water;
Begging to saturate your parched lips.
I want to feel your hands searching for treasures;
Your fingertips wandering with anticipation
Of
New found discoveries
And your lips to trail every last inch of me
In dire need of reciprocation.
I want to feel you
Shudder
And reach a point of such great intensity,
A
Summit so high,
Your whole body becomes immobilized
Waiting for oxygen.
And I want to be the breath of life
That brings you back to
Love.
I lay my head upon your chest.
Each heartbeat I feel upon my cheek.
Strong and steady it speaks
A message meant for me
Hidden
In every
Rhythmic beat.
A serene soul whisper.
“I am love.
“You are loved.”
Whispering dawn.
Delicate fingertips
Travel lightly.
Sleepy eyelids
Fluttering,
Dreaming awake.
Tranquil breaths.
Soft voices
Echoing
Sending the night
To rest
With love.
The cold has left my bones.
The blood is flowing freely
In my chest.
Only love remains
From a summer past.
On a hopeless night,
In a desolate place,
You came to me.
We whispered our names
In such a way
Only
Our
Souls
Would
Understand.
Why can’t her voice be small?
Why must she shout to be heard?
Only the ones who pay
Close
Attention,
Who take gentle care to
Lean
In
Close,
Will hear her true
Whispers.
Then you heard the silent whisper,
Reached out into the dark
And
Lit the light within this heart
With your own warm and gentle spark.
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