romance
whissspers
WHISSSPERS
You whisssper in my ear
your palpable smile
some mystery
or a secret that only I am privileged to know,
some master plan,
some wisdom or
some knowledge
or just “I love you.”
The warmth of your breath
softly radiates
entering by hearing
and “hearing by the word of god.”
Familiar as a breeze
rustling the leaves
on a humid Summer’s day
under the shade tree.
These whissspering waves
ripple through my body
steadily quickening
the beat of my heart.
My pulse registers . . . . .
excitement, a cherished connection
words and meaning lost in anticipation
virtue swirls into sweet sin
tingle of unending hope
inspiring passions aplenty
I dream of grabbing you and
holding you closer
than my own skin.
the forgotten valentine
THE FORGOTTEN VALENTINE
Hearts and candy
Baked goods, cards and flowers
A saints holiday,
… the saint would not recognize.
Pagan cupids,
fleshy child-like innocents
with winking mischief,
ready with arrows and bow
to slay the expectant heart.
…… while other hearts
go unfulfilled
longing for companionship
like dry ground longs for rain.
… and winged cupid’s
in their flawed judgement
fly by… mocking
… saving their arrows
for the select few
and not the ones in need.
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