Our Whispers

Where do our whispers go when we sit in the dark, praying for the one we love? I have sat on the other side of a phone that never rang, trying to swallow the lump in my throat as tears fell. Does my love reach your heart on quiet nights like this when you can hear the crickets sing their love songs? Please tell me you remember the way I kissed you, slow and deep. I wanted to kiss you until your knees betrayed you and you fell all the way to naked with me kissing you in every part of your body as my tongue probed you everywhere it could reach. I watched you melt as we gave birth to our love. Where do our whispers go when we are wrapped in each other? It locks us in the embrace of our love, and time is sitting on the side of our bed, waiting to proceed on its journey, making special memories. For us, time is ageless as we wrap our love in presents and exchange our passion with soothing touches.

© Q. Javon Overton 2019

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