Whispering
Can you hear me across the distance?
I am whispering to this paper,
I do not want them to hear
What I am saying to you,
They will hear it and say it is not true,
Eavesdrop and see through me,
Eat me whole with the dangers of hearsay.
They will hear what has nothing to do with them,
I am whispering, my head so close,
My pen is oozing a whispering little.
I am whispering sweet words of feeling to you,
No one else is hearing my whispers,
How can they hear them,
You are straining your ears to hear,
My whispers flowing clear,
Each word finding its way
By magical powers of love,
Stronger than infra-red,
Finding its way into your ear,
There is not a need to strain my dear.
I am whispering to you,
Can you hear my mutterings,
Whispers of my deepest soul,
Of the core of me; of my very conscience.
Whispers of endless emotion,
Of my eyes:
The means of beautiful sight,
Of my ears:
They have been yearning for long
To hear your sweet voice:
Crying to you, crying now,
Within their delicacies,
High notes of hungry noises,
They call your name,
I wish they could be attended.
Yearning noises so loud
In the deepest parts,
Travelling across deep tunnels of emotion,
Linking my soul, heart and mind:
Light years of travel,
Powered by eternal feeling,
They come, wishing, conquering:
Emerge from the deep, they are whispers,
Can you hear them:
Of my hands,
They are shaking, trembling, tantrum,
They would extend if they could,
Reach out, feel you, the warmth,
The honey skin so golden smooth.
Whispers of
My heart, my lips, my skin, my all:
Can you hear the mumbling, murmurs, and mutterings:
Tell me if you can hear across the miles
That I love you?
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