If I whispered your name
Would you trace it back to me?
Back to me amidst the melodious chirping of many voices,
Voices that tilt your attention hither-thither,
Will the music in my whisper,
And desire in its breathless tone enrapture you?
I am what you see in my eyes,
If you ever cared to look,
If you ever blinked twice as you saw me,
If my eyes talked to you,
Would you grasp the letters that they formed?
Would you let them read to your mind a letter from a far off soul?
A soul that knows you not, yet knows your breath,
A soul that strings you not, yet follows your scent,
Would you let this simpleton’s soul touch your very magnanimous one?
Would you let me come close to see the trick of light that hides your soul, your tears?
Hide it beneath those very dark, tenaciously guarding yet honest lashes,
Eyes that tell riveting tales of thee, free soldier’s soulful musings.