The Beautiful Hush
Come to me, my love.
Come to me, softly and sweetly.
In my dreams, I invite you to come.
Make me dream awake!
Come quietly, my precious love,
and come quickly, for hardly can I wait
to feel your lips pressed to mine!
When at last I feel
your tender caress,
your devotion I will feel
both on and beneath my skin.
You do not need to speak -
but if you must. . .
you may whisper to me your love,
and let it be as sublime as the beautiful hush
that will surround us.
June 12, 2020
for Regina Riddle's Whisper To Me Ii Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2020
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