the smell of whispers

standing at the brink of
  something nameless
something momentous
 it tastes of peach-sweetened
mouths and lazy smiles
  it slides into my dreams
and teases me, dancing
 just beyond my reach
every cavort designed to
  enamor me further
it hovers just behind my
 eyes and abides in a
secret place within my
  heart and in the chambers of
my soul, filling it up
 the smell of gardenias and
whispers wrap around me
  and i can feel you there
making me want you more
    with each breath
    with each prayer
       i am yours
© ceg  5.25.11

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