Soft Whispers

If unspoken love is vacant then  
something far more reaching    
exists in the canopy of light    
yet still cloaked within all that exists    
in the darkness of his soft whispers  
of all those beautiful sweet things    
that invade ones waking thoughts    
that novels us as being holistically divine.    
   
Beyond the divining of raw desires    
once set alight during a night    
of ceaseless wondering    
if truth was not the foundation    
in a constant state of elation    
then no amount of nourishing    
his being could fill his stark    
emptiness as he envelopes    
himself in his self imposed misery.    
   
In the profundity of ones longing    
and heart afflictions comes healing    
but not via the effigy of nostrum    
but via one with a soothing tender heart    
battle scarred    
but wholly & heavenly    
in all our unspoken glory
wrapped in truths honour.  
   
Thought connectivity twined in its usual    
proclivity to sustain linkages within hearts    
delicate care and we nurture  
what is ours and nourish it  
with a sense of cause    
as we observe it flourish    
underneath the silhouette of solicitude.    
   
Providing guidance amongst the peripheral vicissitude    
evidence of where one has seeded    
indicative of what was needed    
below the surface of all and nothing    
with everything in between.    
   
His explicit lettering scribed upon my exposed flesh, ravishing my swollen and pulsating    
sticky core until an overflow of intoxicating elixir graces my lips, elicited straight from our fingertips.