Whisper

When I think of you
     and what you do to me
I think of my favorite word

     whisper

expectant lips

a balloon in flight
     losing itself

satisfied
     content

wwhhisssperrr

Your magic
tricks me
into believing I'm alone with myself
our quiet, a dreamland
learning you slowly
along an infinite future

The shine in your eyes points
to oceanic depths, but
that metaphor has lost its gravity

and besides,
caves are more suited for the task
of telling your stories

I want to venture inside
with my lantern and my parakeet
in pack, to pet the shapes
of the smooth and jagged walls
to find my way by tasting
the cool wind that blows from the dark, ahead
a smell so sweet
the fairest feathered friend faints
and yet something draws me deeper
softly pawing my way along a string
that was cast
along with a wish


A poetry prompt from The Sunday Whirl