Whisper.... Poem by Merlin Mwaura

I have come to great thought,
about this humble acheivement,
upon our tendered lips.
I was bound to notice the weight of words,
the almost silent press of breath...
hinting a most private almost sacred indulgence.

It is with our lips we proceed in caution,
not to keep from others,
but to attend to those that our hearts find with favor.
The whisper is perfection,
a tender caress upon the ears of those,
fortunate to assume the listeners position.

It is gentle with words,
making them t's own nature
and an effect that sooths even vile souls.
It creeps not in desperation for attention,
but demands it with such prowess.
No speech matches it's profundity.

It is used by lovers to grace upon,
their loved ones,
emotions and devotions of far heard professes.
It can,
it will,
and it does prevail...
It is what i use to coarce,
those livid thoughts,
those hidden intentions,
and cause them to erupt.

It is a corrupt involvement,
but i do delight in it.
You will,
when you indulge in it.
for this you will find too,
is some gladdened,
whisper.....
ssshhhh....