Whispers Of Passion Poem by David Whalen

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Why do we whisper words
in moments solemn
Why your fingers rest
Upon my lips…as if
To postpone them

Is it fear of
losing something dear
Something private
Something precious
Something best left
Unexpressed
Something shared psychically
Between us

How silent the heat of passion
How loud the beat
Of hearts pressed tight
How softly do we gently fashion
Emotions…
Out of naught but night

Can lust be tossed
By silence broken
Can love be lost
If words be spoken…
So why do we whisper
My dear…
when there’s no one
…Near to hear…

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