A Silent Whisper, One Night

a sonnet

Intractable spell, that voice's opiate sigh,
With sounds of gold in nights of doubts umpteen;
By silver sparks, her say reveals a Queen,
She dances naked, lustful—laughs so sly—

A Tigress, tenders me a gleaming thigh,
Intoxicate on Cool, her Beaut pristine,
Bestows her sex and—Oh marvellous scene!—
We spasm together, twin souls soaring high—

But never have I seen her—not a glance!—
Her voice alone commands my heart like this,
I don't desire her flesh, or mere romance—

She's just a voice-in-heat, the quiet ballerina—
And for that voice-turned-real, that Goddess Athena,
I dream to melt away, drown in shivering bliss—