tagNon-Erotic PoetryLove's Whispers

Love's Whispers


In the quietness of the early morn

before the first ray of the coming day

I sit in the solitude of my own thoughts

and think lingering thoughts of our time well spent

A soft touch on my shoulder

The gentle stroke of her hand on my hair

The tension drains like so much sand in an hourglass

Within the darkness I hear the whisper of her voice

Simple words with heartfelt meaning

Slowing a cool breeze through the raging heat of my soul

And in doing so causing me to smile into the darkness

Knowing that she sees and feels the softening of my face

My hand touches the dim curve of her hip

The rustling of covers

She turns to me…..and without waking….melds into me

Her dreams the ones of light

As I stare into the darkness


The murmurs of her sleep

are Love’s Whispers

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