A whisper

A thought deferred in silence
a touch waits in midair
a step to rest, to taste
the warmness of your lips.

A feeling left to grow
desire, melting snow.

A whisper breaks in silence
the rustle of the sheets
me falling on your skin.​

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i have lots of images right now, and somehow... i think they're not truly told on your poem... ok... it's kinda tender and soft, beautifuli writen, :s it's not fair, why do write so wow while i can not even write ?¬¬ i'll kil you by hugging you April, now i'm jealous of your talent.

I liked it, the way you express and paint images while saying almost nothing... it's amazing how you write.

A pleasure my next murder victim XD.
Hugs for yeh!

 

Aawee… Redwing what a wonderful comment. You spoil me my friend. This is the way I think about it: Judging by your writing (English or Spanish), the imagery you summon will always be more beautiful than anything I can put into words – You are truly talented.

And, if I may think I read you correctly, I sense in your poems that -- although you don’t necessarily like to wear it as a cufflink -- you are one of the most sensitive writers I have the pleasure of reading..

Thanks for flattering me into thinking I can write.

Warm hugs.

P.S. One of these days we will have to swap stories about our nicks. Every time I read yours, I think of one of my favorite hockey teams