I whispered more
than your name
last night
before finally
I slept.
I whispered more
than your name
last night,
bravely
into the dark,
like a poem
like a prayer.
I whispered more
than your name
last night,
hoping the soft
seeking syllables,
the wishing
wanting words
would somehow
reach you
and touch you
deep.
I whispered more
than your name
last night.
Perhaps
you didn’t hear.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not new, but I whispered your name.
Art by Amy Judd
thereluctantpoet
May 31, 2019 at 1:24 am
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Romantic Dominant
May 31, 2019 at 7:24 am
Smiles. Thank you.
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