Free Cee An Acoustic Acqaintance

AN ACOUSTIC ACQUAINTANCE The ladies voice was an acoustic shadow Her shoulders dainty, waist femininely narrow I perceived her voice clearer from far away But up close I heard faintly what she would say Her passion was a murmur, her lust a whisper As her fingers fickle my face and tickled each whisker Under the shade of her secrets sat there my heart And each new revelation gave me a start When her lips neared my ears deafened they became So entombed were my eyes at what a riddle would claim But from far away my ears heard her too well Words that echo still as on a misty morning does a bell Foggy were her thoughts, but words as weapons unfurled And I was ruined and doomed to a shamed and shadowy world In that world there are no flowers, no squirrels or blessed birds Only the acoustic shadow of her clandestine words © 2012…copyright..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~