His whisper comes in the stillness of the night,
on gentle breezes, yet gone by morning’s light.
Words of seduction he whispers in my ear,
his voice soft and low, but his needs made clear.
Hanging on his every word, I place them in my heart,
as I wait for sleep to come and dreams to start.
Come to me my lover, in the haven of my room,
for a night of new beginnings, sweet love to bloom.
We’ll immerse in flesh to heart pleasure till the rising of the sun,
till our bodies are well spent from the loving we have done.
Until then, I’ll be waiting for your whispers to begin,
for your voice soft and low…to come take me once again.
So long, in this space…encased within a veil of silence,
serving a sentence in anonymity… just a singer without song,
a poet who cannot summon the words for prayer.
Still, this sense of awareness does little to alter reality
and this cerebral itch…touching and feeling fails
to hush the chatter of my imagination.
Hypnotic thoughts and these visions of you
cries out for liberation…I am eager to bask
in your shine, that I may illuminate my dark,
I am eager to recapture the notes of our beginning.
Countless times I have sought to release this
awakened ache within nostalgic memories.
A surreal symphony now undresses my dreams,
seeping past the cracks in my staggered heart.
I wonder if its late or is it early…time holds no claim on me.
My psyche howls…my restraint shivers with sweat.
I have become undone in this palpable atmosphere.
Now come…remove this veil and finish me.
Photography by Luca Pierro
When I close my eyes my love The consequences of finding you was to love and need you forever. My auburn hair muse, you have driven me into madness of needing places of bliss and sweet kiss with you near. Do you think of me? I think of you always and you haunt my dreams […]