Reading Poetry

Reading Poetry

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.