Whisper

Do you hear that trickle trickle?

Trickle? Fickle – Sickled heat?

Bound in colors, hear them speak.

Empty and full are now the same.



Do you feel that bending shiver?

Swiveling up your shivering spine?

Like melted slivers, dew and wine,

In you they are my claim to fame.



Are you aware of the pass through you?

Yes you are, just haven’t realized what it means,

Just a feel that you glean,

As your name is caressed, again and again.



Want to breathe again?

Just hear those words and let them through,

Words truly known by but a few,

That bitter dark chocolate, so out of the blue.

Those merry little secrets from me to you.