WHISPERS

Unbeknownst to you 
Your soul secretly speaks to me 
In memories yet unlived 
In waves, of thought 

Yet unseen

In dreams, yet unfulfilled…

When your breath ripples

Across my skin

Beneath the glow of an old lace moon

I feel the roughness

Of your murmurs

As your eyes write, with stardust

Their deepest desires

Caught within the dark crevices

Of your pulsating poetry

And unbeknownst to you

Your soul secretly speaks to me

MS