The Poem in Her

Plush, the whisper of your wanting

Blush, the murmur of her sighs

Hush, though breath-soft bells are flaunting

Night-farewells on hello-skies

Slow the waves of want and worry,

Blow that beacon from the east

Oh my darling, do not hurry

Morning is a hungry beast

Break the bars of law and order

Wake the world within her touch

Make the most of love before her

Sense of Time becomes too much

   

Set the curtained dark a-quiver

Forget everything but Her

Let the morning rush, a river

Running wild where hours blur

Spill within her quill an ocean

Will to word, wanton whisper

Fill her fingers with emotion

Unleash the poem in Her

© Janet Martin

another Sounds of Love Submission

It's February. Time for love and the off-spring thereof;-))