"Whisper to me"

music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TzFnYcIqj6I (Eurythmics - Here Comes the Rain Again)

 

“Whisper to me”

Pleading words

Softly dripped

From lips ripe red

Her fingers gently caressed

his

As a finishing waver

Revealed a hint

Of desperation

Slight grin on his face

Did not reveal

The critical state

His rushing heart

Made heavy

By the flood of passion

A deluge of delight

Brought by

A cherubic interloper

Conjured

Each time their souls

Longed for the caress

Of the other

And each time

Was all the time

It could burn mellow

And it could burn low

But the chronic burn

Was ever-present

So in the room filled with bystanders

He turned

And in hushed words

Lethal terms were muffled and muted

Tales of longing touches

Of the lingering trace

Of paradise deferred

By why did they whisper?

Did they not fear of being caught?

They had to whisper

Any word louder

Might break the levee

Holding primal waves back

But the language had to be spoken

To fortify

And strengthen

Spirits made weary

From their labor

For in the sacred space

When the two

Could be

Only the two

Paradise lost

Could again

Become

Paradise found