When You Whisper My Name Poem by Mark Heathcote

There's intensity in a whisper
That isn't present in a yell or shouts
In the way, a sun opened flower pouts
Or hushed autumn leaves fall to a gutter.

There's mystical clearness arrived at
Sensed in the murmuring cherry blossom
That swirls around your ankles like flotsam
In a churchyard or falls into your lap.

There's clarity in your stillness
In the lucidity of-loves eyes
When they no longer love you but despise.
They appear like dead flies in appearance.

So you're raucous and loud, filled-with-rage.
But I have a serpent in-me-that-hisses
Its head is in the sky, storm diminished.
Laughing, I remember the sins of wages.

Don't you remember the quietness - contented?
When wings were clipped, by love in the holly bush
Love it's as if you drove me insane forsooth
I am sure I would now be happy to die.

My hearts like a startled robin that's in pain
Eccentricity-it's a noisy-game
But I like it best when you whisper-my-name
… You can't pretend to hide behind shame.

There's intensity in a whisper
That isn't present in a yell or shouts
In the way, a sun-opened-flower pouts
Or hushed autumn leaves fall to a gutter.

Oh, my love whisper, whisper, whisper,
Whisper, whisper my name forever.
Like electricity creep-up-on me
I'll remain charged for eternity.

My love whispers my name, a soft soothing-song
Let me feel your breath as it pales in the dark.
As it ignites another thousand sparks
Whisper my name, for you, love, I'm-far-gone.

My spine trembles and for a little time
I forget to feel blue - because I-love you.
I forget to-feel-empty - because I-love you.
Because I hear you've whispered, you're mine.