Whisperings
Come closer
and whisper to me
from deep within.
I listen because your soul
speaks to me in quiet
pillow breaths;
its soft tones
are decibels
to my open heart beating.
Come close as I anticipate
ecstasies quietly rendered;
Yours and Mine.
Soft tones meditate
and separate
True-ness from background noise.
Come close because
I am listening for soul stirrings
in the cross whisperings
sculpting our intimate
moments
where in whispered connections
our love grows;
our minds reel;
our mouths touch;
all this on that gentle breeze
whispers make
allowing
humans to grow
flowers on their souls.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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