“whispers” june 8, 1991 4:30pm

i was half screamed out of space; i was
whispers i heard so far distant
wondered did i, real; dream; or was it
myself calling me back?
kissing the clouds my mind was and so
kissed them i did!
my passions rose beyond rose, i lifted
myself from where i thought i was; had been
i embraced those whispers, i did begin
as if love itself was calling
i held them gently tight; caressed each and every
pour of them; felt their softness; their curves
their smoothness; their rounds; their skin where bumps
rose from my fingers touch; the wetness from where
it oozed
and came stronger and closer; even the smell of them;
the whispers did
i enveloped myself around those whispers; i did
they quivered; they shivered; and fell soft into
my arms deep; they did
and as the night came closer to light of day
those whispers began to say; as they faded way
i adore you i so do love you more than more
and deeper than love itself oceans of love
skies of love you; my moon; my sun; my everlasting
starlight; you are the day and night of me; you are
the winged freedom bird above me; you are true of me
and “you are my love” and “my love you are”
and softer and softer and softer the whispers got
and i am here and they now; “the whispers”; are not