Tuesday, September 20, 2011

A whispered Secret



A whispered secret
brushed my ear
I strained to catch it
my heart cried
What?
Vibrations memory
hung in the air
Dancing, tantalizing in the silence
a good secret
a marker on the road
leaving behind a residue of sweetness
an appetite whet for more
Best stay awake
ears wide open
catch a little more
on the next pass