Setting
our hearts
to beat
in melancholy
tune,

like the
echoed
celebrations
from some
distant
bells.

love is a
whisper.

the inter
tangle ling
of fingers
and arms
and legs
that reach
towards
each other
with the
hunger

of one.

love is
a whisper.


in search of
love's
eternal
salvation.

no words
spoken.

passions
fused to
the core.

bodies
spent.

souls
ripe
for
love's
******
rite of
harvest.


love is
a whisper

that only...

my love
can hear.