Will you lure from nothingness; out of stiff air
Sparkle of gladness in word-whispered fare?
Will you take the quill of this Duty-bent will
Filling its font with your word-whispered thrill?
Will you vex and tease and then softly appease
The thirst of a poet with word-whispered ease?
Hope is a frigate, test-riddled with time
Will you still thought's tempest with word-whispered rhyme?
Ah, secrets and sorrows perplexing the heart
Will you lend your beauty with word-whispered art?
I am a beggar starved for your caress
Will you fill my wanting with word-whispered ‘yes’?
© Janet Martin