Whispers Poem by Stacey Knippenberg Ricci

This minute whispers,
And she could worship a moment.
Her lust beneath
The evening moon is an eternity.
A secret diamond forest
Pronounced only by beauty’s tongue,
A thousand secret desires
She would ask for like a song.
Soft breath moans through her chest,
As enchanted moments plead
With hues of green and gold and glass
In a hushed harmonious display,
Notes of love, of life, of what will come
When existence is not staged.
Worshiped moments to last eternities,
As secret melodies fade away.