Imagine reading these words of mine
while I address you in repose.
Whose declaration is most divine
neither cadence nor volume will disclose
but who finds the pace
slips sweet from their tongue
as they savor a phrase
that longs to be sung.
I feel you swallow each word I write
your skin before me shudders in response.
I hope our words can fill the night
and echo 'til our lips go numb.
Straining voices soft or loud
with breathless grasping moans
our hearts beat rhythms in hot blood
that keeps them whispering poems.