Whisper
oh -
prithee, my
darling ...
let me hear you whisper -
mold a heart with
those perfect bows ...
crimp them, coy and parted,
ever-so-slightly -
tenderly puff that
absinthe-sweet breath
upon this delicious
eventide air ...
kiss the charmed
twilight mist into my ear,
decorated by those
little words I yearn for -
send, soft, to my
tympans and my blood,
the sublime message that your eyes
have long betrayed ...
melt my marrow with your
wishes, hushed,
my skin awash
with bumps and blushes ...
kindle my core
in fits of fiery fury ...
my mind, a mad maelstrom of
fantasies and prayers,
and your sigh, the
most exquisite gulp of air
on which to float
that bewitching invitation,
that glorious gasp
of heaven -
that wondrous, wild,
wistful whisper ...
'I want you'
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Whispers" Poetry Contest, John Lawless, Judge & Sponsor.
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