Whisper Me

Whisper me 
in softness, spill me
deep into your dreams
beneath the honeyed glow
of dawn’s first tender wink
upon your sleeping face
and hear my sigh,
as the softest breath of daybreak
slowly bleeds into the sky.
 
Breathe me, 
taste my ache upon your tongue
as you press me to your lips
 to drink the essence of my soul
like sweet ambrosia dripped 
from petals kissed 
with morning dew.

Pour me,
feel me softly flow
with silky smoothness on your skin,
and let me glide across your face
where tender fingers press
in dreams' caress
that I might seep into
your very core, 
to melt 
into the heart of you.

  

october 2005
Janet Reid